RELEASE BLITZ: “Triple Affinity” by Jessamyn Kingley

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Book Title: Triple Affinity (D’Vaire, Book 23)

Author: Jessamyn
Kingley

Publisher: Independently
Published

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: June 10,
2021

Genres: M/M/M Urban
Fantasy

Tropes: Fated
Mates

Themes: Fate, Love,
Ménage

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 103 900
words

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With the odds stacked
against them, can three men find love?

Blurb

Joining the Council of Sorcery and Shifters was a simple decision for the ruler of the brown
bears. Two centuries later, Artair Ursus Arctos is a successful leader with a loving family, and
the only thing he wants is his mate. Artair is fascinated by magic and secretly hopes to find
forever with a sorcerer.

As a child, Lochlan Airle had privilege and wealth but lacked any control. He walked away
from his prominent family at eighteen, only to get fired from countless jobs. Behind the
scenes, his mother uses all her connections to break his spirit, but she will not deter him.
After finally landing a job at the Circle of Mages, a matebond is the last thing on his mind.

Twenty-six-year-old Riker McKenna has a hard-earned doctorate and enough magic to
guarantee immortality. Although his brother’s decision to stay with their wastrel parents
broke his heart, Riker is determined to make the most of everything. When he qualifies for
employment at the Circle of Mages, he does not know it will lead him to his mates.

Within a week, the three men meet and must confront the poor odds of triple matebonds in
the Council. To reach the affinity they desire, they will have to rapidly adjust to each other
and all the surprises life has in store.

Excerpt

“Well, gentlemen, what did you have in mind to while away the hours of our Friday night?”
Riker asked, stacking his hands behind his head.

“I didn’t realize this was such a formal occasion. Should I change into fancier clothes?”
Lochlan teased.

“You’re already wearing too much, Gorgeous,” Artair responded.

A blush swept over his skin, and Artair’s blood flowed south. Lochlan’s shyness beckoned
him with the same strength as Riker’s blunt sexiness.

“Damn, but you look good,” Riker said. “I bet you get flushed like that when you come.”

Instead of being embarrassed, Lochlan grinned. “I don’t have a mirror around when that
happens.”

“Pity,” Artair remarked.

“You’re an aqua mage, manipulate your element so there’s a curtain of water that reflects,”
Riker suggested.

“Perhaps he’s a little too busy to worry about magic,” Artair said. “Or his partners in the past
have objected.”

“I haven’t had any partners in the past,” Lochlan muttered.

“Perhaps partner isn’t a good word,” Artair remarked. “It suggests a level of intimacy that
doesn’t exist between two people getting together to fuck.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever referred to the guys in my past as partners,” Riker commented.

“I’ve never had sex before,” Lochlan blurted out.

Riker sat up straight. “You haven’t?”

“No. It’s a rather long story, but I tried once. I couldn’t find any takers,” Lochlan explained.

“You went somewhere in that body, with that face, and couldn’t find anyone willing to have
sex?” Riker asked. “How is that possible?”

Lochlan’s gaze hit the bed, and he shrugged. “Perhaps as my mate you see me in a way
others don’t.”

“While I disagree with the notion that it’s something to do with our matebond that makes
us attracted to you, the important part of this discussion is for you to understand that we do
want you and we think you’re gorgeous,” Artair explained.

“I don’t really care what anyone besides you two thinks, anyway. I find you both attractive
too.”

“Have you kissed anyone?” Riker asked.

With a shake of his head, Lochlan continued to stare at his lap. “No.”

“Do you want to?” Artair asked.

The aqua mage’s eyes met Artair’s, and there was no mistaking the need in the pale depths.
“I’d like that very much.”

“Artair, you should kiss him first,” Riker ordered.

“Why?”

“You met him first.”

“It’s not that easy. It’s Lochlan’s first kiss ever. Not only is it important to him personally, but
to us as a trio. We need to move forward making sure no one is slighted or left out,” Artair
said. “This warrants discussion.”

“I’ll kiss him right after you do…unless we should kiss second.”

“I told you it was complicated.”

“It’s not,” Lochlan replied. “We can share a simple kiss three-ways. I want my first kiss to be
with both of you.”

“Clearly, he’s the brains and beauty in this relationship,” Riker crowed.

Artair grinned in full agreement. “Shall we?”

To keep Lochlan from overthinking, Artair cupped his neck in his hand and did the same to
Riker, bringing them both forward slowly. After closing his eyes, Artair gently pressed his lips
to both his mates at the same time. It was chaste, simple, and perfect. A sense of beauty
swept through Artair, and he vowed to move whatever mountains or cross any river to make
sure they were together.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “The Fourth State of Matter” by D’Arcy Arden

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Book Title: The Fourth State of Matter (Valence Chronicles #1)

Author: D’Arcy
Arden

Publisher: The Wild Rose
Press

Cover Artist: Jennifer Greeff

Release Date: May 31,
2021

Genres: Futuristic/Sci-Fi,
erotica

Tropes: aliens,
polyamory

Themes: BDSM, Gay-Lesbian,
Menage/Multi-Partner

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 86 889 words/ 349
pages

It is the first book in a
series.

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Space is cold, the sex is
hot, and the rebellion is right on target.

Blurb

Earth is dead. Humanity
survives by selling the only resource available—themselves. 2689 has signed away his rights
as a living being and become décor, living artwork that rich aliens use to decorate their
homes. It’s a stable existence but a boring one. Until one day his owner plays host to three
unexpected guests. Large, loud, and more potent than anything 2689 has ever experienced,
this trio of ship-dwellers from the wrong side of the universe awakens a desire he can’t
ignore.


However, blissful days of sex and companionship
with Brog, Desmodian, and Xavis come to an end when 2689 discovers a plot that could land
the trio in jail…or worse. 2689 will have to make a choice—stay silent and allow three
innocent lives to be ruined or give up his stable life to protect the ones he
loves.

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Excerpt

Pet fumbled his drink, creating a clink of glass against glass
and spilling pink droplets onto the table’s surface. He had encountered Décor Preservation
Services once before, at his first auction, when they evaluated his quality and determined
what price to charge his buyers.

“And what does DPS want with us?”

Desmodian sounded too calm, considering the tremor Pet
felt running through the hand on his head.

Vige scoffed. “Really? A trio of dirty ship-dwellers running
around with one of their precious décor, and you don’t think they’re going to
intervene?”

“We’ve done nothing wrong.” Xavis ruffled his feathers
again, filling what little space remained in their alcove. “Pet was transferred to us legally.
Anyone can check the license.”

In a different situation, Pet would have stroked the feathers
back down, but he was too scared to do more than stare dumbly from person to
person.

About the Author

D’Arcy Arden grew up in
Akron, Ohio, where she attended creative art schools and was surrounded by beautiful
country landscape. This combination cultivated an interest in literature, art, and the natural
world around her. In college, she earned a Masters Degree in Fiction Writing, which
primarily taught her that there is no one way to tell a good story. So, she turned around and
went back for a degree in Animation as well. This love for both visual and written stories has
given her a preference for stories that are memorable, easy to picture, and, most
importantly, fun.

That was her main goal when
she started writing The Fourth State of Matter—to provide readers with a fun story featuring
the three S’s. Science, sex, and spaceships. It is her first published novel, but only the
beginning of a great adventure.

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RELEASE BLITZ: “Paid to be Shared” by Romilly King

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Book Title: Paid to be Shared (Delphic Agency Book 3)

Author: Romilly King

Publisher: Drovers Road Books

Cover Artist: Drovers Road Books

Release Date: July 31, 2020

Genre/s: MM Erotic Romance

Trope/s: Ménage, BDSM

Themes: Kink acceptance, acceptance of self

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 150 pages

It is a standalone story within a series

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Can the sweetest sub at Delphic stretch himself enough to satisfy two Doms?

 

Blurb

BIRCH is the sweetest sub at Delphic, but can he stretch himself enough to satisfy two Doms? Will they share him or break him?

When a pair of demanding doms need the perfect submissive to share they place a contract with the Delphic Agency.

Their needs are very different; Ivo is the master of pushing limits whilst Griffin is gentle but intense. Can one sub ever be enough to satisfy them and for how long?

Birch will always try his hardest, it’s in his nature, but how can he retain a professional distance when they each arouse such different passions in him and together, well together, they overwhelm him.

PAID TO BE SHARED is the third book in the Delphic Agency Series and contains Dom/Sub elements, plenty of steamy kink exploration and a sweet submissive with a huge heart.

 

Excerpt

Chapter One – Demanding Doms

Ivo

“Ideally, we want a sub that we both find attractive, but it’s the kinks that we are mainly interested in. Ivo is into medical play, and I’m more for bondage, sensation play, forced orgasms, that sort of thing. Naturally, we’ll both want to fuck him,” Griffin looked at Ivo, and Ivo nodded and said nothing.

It is better if Griffin spoke for them because his brain was organized to be best in this sort of situation; succinct, sensible, getting to the meat of the issue. The CEO briefing the room.

Ivo’s brain wasn’t like that, all Ivo wanted to say was, give me a boy that I can play with, give me a boy I can tether to my table and probe and slowly open and then sink into.

Griffin didn’t put his needs like that. He made bald statements without the hot details, but Ivo still got hard, his cock sluggishly filling against his thigh.

“I think it’s worth noting that we intend to play separately. If the contract is a success, then we don’t rule out scening together in the future, but that’s not a priority. Oh, and we neither of us like brats.” Griffin looked again at Ivo, checking in, and Ivo nodded again.

Dr. Gregory – he said they should call him Cash – peered at Ivo over his glasses, his moss-green eyes kind, a faint smile on his face. Ivo met his eyes across the cluttered desk and nodded again, “No, we don’t like brats,” he said. His voice sounded deeper, gruffer than he expected, “For this to work we need compliance. So we can have the scenes without drama, and then get back to being with each other.”

He felt Griffin tense beside him, his leg pressed against his own, hard, Wrong thing to say, made me sound inhuman, he thought, Should have stayed quiet.

Dr. Gregory looked at him quizzically.

“What Ivo means,” Griffin stepped smoothly into the faux pas, “Is that our relationship is the primary. The contract with Delphic is a sexual cherry on the top of the cake for us. We’re giving each other this as an anniversary present actually. I could have got him a new set of golf clubs; instead, I got us both a subscription to the Kink of the Month club!” he laughed, and Dr. Gregory smiled and made another note.

Everyone in the room knew that was a lie.

Ivo needed this, Griffin needed this, and their marriage needed this.

Ivo loved his husband, loved his heart and his drive, loved his skin and his cock and his panting breaths and his hot hands, and yet, he needed someone pliant and begging. He wanted big eyes that would well with tears and then flutter with bliss. He needed, he needed – what Griffin couldn’t give.

He swallowed, he wasn’t alone in this, Griffin needed it too and now, finally, they earned enough, they were open and trusting enough with each other, they could have this. He is sure they could have this. They have to have this.

Griffin was speaking again, and Dr. Gregory was listening carefully, head tilted to one side. “We want to start with a longer-term contract, three months minimum,” Griffin was relaxed now, talking logistics, “Three days a week and every other weekend. We’re happy for the sub to take on other contracts if they are feasible, but none that include an exchange of fluids because we both want to be able to come with him. Weekly testing would still be mandatory, of course.”

Ivo found himself drifting again. They had tried it, meeting each other’s needs, of course they had, they loved each other. They had tried to switch, and it had been a disaster. Ivo had taken it better. Griffin had dropped like a stone. Ivo had gritted his teeth and endured. Griffin hadn’t been able to look him in the face for days.

They were basically incompatible that way.

A contract with Delphic would solve everything, if it stayed neatly within the boundaries they built around it. They were professional men, they could manage this. God he hoped they could manage this.

“Married couples don’t do absolutely everything together,” Griffin had rationalised to Ivo when they got further than just hinting around the edges of the issue, “Nobody needs to witness anything, it will keep the mystique intact,”

And that sort of made sense to Ivo, although somehow he didn’t think that fucking a submissive fell into the same category of married life as toenail clipping and nasal hair trimming. But he couldn’t deny either Griffin or himself because he could feel himself and his marriage fading to shades of grey for lack of it.

He swallowed at the fear that suddenly knotted his stomach. He wasn’t used to fear, as a surgeon he was never fearful, but the thought of losing Griffin for lack of this scared the hell out of him.

 

About the Author

Romilly wakes up every morning and decides which (witch) to be. Some days Romilly is an Imp, some days a Fairy, some days a Stoic, and some days a Gladiator. Romilly has a classical education, a filthy mouth and loves OTK spankings and strong Sirs who give love and punishment in equal measure.

Romilly is also very shy but makes every effort to engage with people from all walks of life.

 

 

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NEW RELEASE: “Always Three” by J. P. James.


Blurb

I was left at the altar by my fiancée, but my two groomsmen are only too happy to comfort me.

Ricky:

I thought I was in love with Janine. She’s beautiful, sweet, and we’ve been dating since freshman year of college. It was the best day of my life when I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. But then Janine jilts me at the altar and leaves me like a fool before three hundred guests. I want to cry. I want to break down, and sob like a baby while sitting on the church steps. Good thing my groomsmen Hudson and Hayden are on hand to comfort me. But when their comfort goes beyond mere friendship, suddenly I’m forced to come face to face with the real Ricky who’s been hiding in the closet his whole life.

Hayden:

My twin Hudson and I have been friends with Ricky since we were tots. We defended him against kindergarten bullies and did our best to shield him from the ups and downs of life. But now, Ricky’s been left at the altar by his long-time sweetheart. We never thought it was going to work with a woman, but it wasn’t our place to question his sexuality.

Now Ricky tells us he has feelings. For us. Real feelings that run deep and strong, not to mention a magnetic physical attraction that pulses in the air. However, he’s conflicted because after a lifetime of living as a hetero man, the adjustment is difficult. He questions himself, thinking that his attraction to men might just be a reflexive reaction to his recent trauma of being jilted at the altar. How can we help him find himself and see the light? Living as a gay man is never easy, but Ricky’s emotional conflict is taking a toll and breaking our hearts. How do we help Ricky accept himself, when he’s afraid to batter down the closet doors for good?

***Always Three is a full-length MMM novel with a HFN/HEA and no cliffhangers.***



Excerpt

What the fuck, Ricky?”  Hudson says, taking a step away from me.

Okay, not how I thought this conversation would go.  Then again, I didn’t think I’d be having this conversation at all.

Hayden rests his hand on Hudson’s shoulder, probably sending a burst of calming twin energy into his brother.  “Easy there.”

Hudson does as Hayden commands.  His shoulders relax, only a bit, but enough that his mind seems to calm down.  He looks at me, his eyes apologetic.

“Sorry, this isn’t about us.  I know that.”

My chest rises and another laugh leaves me before I know what’s happening.  Everything feels absurd, but maybe that’s exactly why I’m laughing.

“Trust me, I wish this weren’t about me,” I tell them.  “I hate that all eyes are on me.  Half of those guests pity me, and half wonder what I did to make Janine run away.”

“Ricky,” Hayden says.

I had let my eyes drift to the floor, but his voice brings my head back up to meet them.

“Which are you guys?  Do you pity me, or blame me?”

Hayden leaves Hudson to walk towards me.  His hand comes up to my neck, his fingers digging into the nape of my neck, grounding me.

“Neither,” he says confidently.

Hudson clears his throat, and my eyes shift to him.

“Neither, but we’re your best friends.  You didn’t think you could talk to us?  You could have called off the wedding,” Hudson says, wounded.

Guilt rise in my stomach like bile, and stays in the back of my throat.

“How do you tell someone you’re having doubts about your fiancé?”  I ask them, genuinely curious.

I’ve been having doubts about Janine, about this marriage, for a while, but it’s not like there’s a good time to bring it up.  Jack Sparrow talked about the opportune moment…screw that!  There’s no such thing.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys,” I say lamely.

Hudson turns to punch the bed, and then bury his face in his hands.  Meanwhile, Hayden stays close by, but I can see the sadness in his eyes.  I can’t stand to see them like this.

I feel tears, hot like boiling water, push against my eyes.  My legs are wobbly, but I don’t want to fight gravity anymore.  I drop to my knees, but Hayden moves too.  His hands are on my shoulders, holding my chest up since my legs refuse to work.  I really messed up this time.

“Who am I kidding?  I never had the guts to do something like call off a wedding,” I tell them.

Hayden’s fingers grip my skin.  It’s nice, but it also brings back an old memory.  Sometimes the other meathead jocks would push me into the lockers, grabbing my hair and shouting slurs to me.  They never did it in front of the twins.  They knew better.  I tried my best to hide it, but I never did anything about it.  I’m spineless.  I always have been and always will be.

 “I’m just glad Janine has the balls I don’t,” I reiterate.  “She’s a stronger person than I am.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Hayden says.

Hudson grumbles.  “He’s right.”

Hayden and I both look at Hudson.  Hayden leaves me, and I swear he may just punch his brother.

 “Take it back,” Hayden warns.

“No,” Hudson says confidently.  “At least when it comes to this wedding, he’s right.  Janine was the bigger person.”

“What do you mean?”  Hayden asks.

Hudson looks at me, without an ounce of pity.  All I see is anger.  He looks back at his brother, but his finger points directly at me.

“He was going to commit his life to someone he didn’t want to be with, someone he doubted.  Think about it.  What if Danny had stuck by us another ten years,” he says hotly.

Hayden falters, and his eyes drop to the floor.  He’s speechless.

I look between them.  Even though Hayden can’t find a retort, I feel like the one out of the loop.

“What exactly happened with Danny?  Did you guys have a fight?”  I question them.

Of course, I remember Danny.  I didn’t see him much, but whenever I came around their apartment, he’d be home.  He usually stuck to his phone.  He preferred to scroll through social media instead of talk, but he seemed nice enough.  I certainly didn’t think he was the piece of garbage that he is now, but I guess we don’t always know the people we love.

I saw how the twins looked after him.  They treated Danny like royalty.  Once when they were both sick with the cold, they told me Danny refused to see them for two weeks until they got better.  I’m no relationship expert, clearly, but what kind of douchebag leaves their partners in the dust like that?  Still, they cared about him, so they ignored all the small issues out of love.  Sometimes love seems so stupid I don’t know why we bother with it.

I focus on the guys once more, and realize that they are staring past me.  Realization flashes through their minds, before their eyes refocus.

“We weren’t good enough for him,” Hudson says lamely.

What?  My throat goes dry and it takes a moment to force my voice to work.

“He couldn’t be free with us, so he cut himself out,” Hayden adds.

The guys break their eye contact, licking their lips like the memories have a bitter taste.  For them, I know it does.  They always fall hard and fast for their guys.

“You guys have to know that that isn’t true,” I tell them between sniffles.  “You are two of the best people I’ve ever met.  Screw Danny.  Don’t worry about me.  I’ll be okay.  I’ll figure things out.  I want you to focus on yourselves, okay?”

I step closer to them.  They let me, but approaching them feels like walking up to an animal in the wild.  Hayden shakes his head.  It’s a small gesture, but I can tell he’s trying to shake the weight of the world off his shoulders.

We should be the ones that should be telling you you’re okay,” he tells me.

His posture tells me he wants to run a thousand miles away from this conversation, but I know he won’t move.  Not while I’m here.

“I’m fine.  I mean–,” I pause, trying to gather more of my thoughts.  “I mean, this is traumatic, of course it is, but life goes on.  Janine leaving isn’t the end of the world.  I’m such a coward that she’s doing me a favor.”

“You don’t love her,” Hudson says.  There’s an accusation in his tone, but mixed with pain and sadness.

“I told you to lay off him, Hudson,” Hayden grumbles.

Hayden watches as Hudson and I stare each other down.  He’s waiting for me to give in and admit he’s right.  Fine.

“I love Janine, but I’m not in love with her,” I tell them.  “She’s been my support but I don’t think I feel about her the way a husband should feel about his wife.”

I chuckle then, remembering the wedding presents stacked in the corner of the ballroom.

“We’ll have to forfeit the registry, and return all the gifts,” I tell them.  “It’s a shame.  I was looking forward to a nice set of knives.”

Hudson and Hayden consider me for a second, assessing my attempt at a joke during a time like this.

Hudson chuckles first, shaking his head the entire time.  Hayden smiles, and it’s simple and wonderful.  With that, it feels like a layer of tension lifts out of the room.  Even when they’re mad at me, no one is as good at comforting me as these two are.  With one laugh, my fears melt away.  Their words are armor for when I go back out into the real world.

“Ricky, we’re always looking out for you.  You know that,” Hudson tells me.

I nod.  I can feel my guilt rise back up in my throat.

“I only want what’s best for you guys too.  You mean the world to me,” I admit.

Hayden crosses the room first.  When he reaches me, his hands go to my shoulders.  He doesn’t hold me, isn’t trying to ground me, but his touch is reassuring nonetheless.

“Be honest.  What can we do to help?”  He asks.

I study his face, especially the laugh lines around his eyes.  Looking back at Hudson, he has matching ones as well.  They’ve always been big belly laughers, so full of fun and adventure that they can’t contain their excitement with the world.  I want that.  I want to feel carefree.

  “Can you unwind the last five years?”  I say ruefully.

He laughs as I bump my head to the side, feeling the top of his hand against my ear.

“Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?”  Hudson wonders.

Why can’t Hudson stop being right today?  It’d be infuriating, if I didn’t have such tremendous respect for my friends.   

Hayden’s hands clasp my shoulders then, and it pulls me out of my head.  He lifts one hand, and wipes away a tear falling down my cheek.  I pull back, scared that I didn’t notice I was crying.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say quickly.

Hayden shakes his head.  “You said you’ll be alright.  It’s also okay if you aren’t,” he assures.

The tears stop, but I lose my breath and gasp loudly into the room.  Hudson closes in then, watching my trembling hands.

“You said it yourself.  Today has been traumatic.  You might feel a little manic for a while, but it’s normal.  Don’t worry on anything except feeling better,” he explains.

Here they are again, calming me down when I can’t deal with life.  It’s been so long since we’ve spent this much time together, been alone just us three.  I think I’ve craving it without realizing as much.  I’ve been starved of my best friends for too long, and I don’t want let go now.

“I have a favor to ask,” I say under my breath.

Their eyes tell me everything, but Hudson goes ahead and says it out loud.

“Anything.  You know that,” he confirms.

My eyes drop, first to Hudson’s lips and then Hayden’s.  They’re nearly identical, both full and pink.  They’re a little chapped, but that doesn’t surprise me.  In their line of work, I’m surprised they aren’t in worse shape.

My throat tries to close, but I fight it.  I gulp on nothing, wishing I had water, booze, or something cool to extinguish the fire in my lungs.  My face feels hot.  I might just burst into tears again, but I won’t let my nerves get in the way.  Not now.

“I want a kiss.”

They lick their lips at the same time, my eyes searching their faces for a sign.  Yes?  No?  Their eyes dart to each other quickly, not long enough that I can read what it means, but Hayden cuts the silence first.

“A kiss?”  His voice is breathy and unsure.

His hands come up off my shoulders.  Suddenly, the heat subsides, and I realize that isn’t a good thing.  He should have left them where they were.  I want his hands on me.

If I can’t have that though, then I need to put distance between us all.  I step back.  I force us to stand in a triangle, eyeing each other equally.

“You heard me.  A kiss.  From both of you,” I state, rather confidently if I say so myself.  Where this newfound gusto is coming from, I have no idea. 

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Book Title: Always Ours: An MMM Menage Romance (The Always Series, book 5)

Author: J.P. James

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Kimberly Soto

Genre/s: Contemporary MMM Romance

Trope/s: Ménage

Themes: Battling hate crime in the LGBTQ community

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 55 000 words/ 198 pages

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I was the victim of an LGBTQ hate crime but two handsome cops saved me. Will our love prevail?

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Chance:

I didn’t know what danger was until I was assaulted one night. It was a hate crime against the LGBTQ+ community, but fortunately, two cops stepped out from the shadows and wrestled my attacker to the ground. My breath caught upon seeing them because Mason and Logan are everything I’ve ever wanted: brawny, handsome, and heroic. But something tells me there’s more to these men than meets the eye.

Logan:

We shouldn’t have taken what the young man offered. But when he knocked on our door, my twin and I gave into our deepest desires. We’re twins who share, and Chance said he wanted to feel alive again after his close brush with death. As a result, we stepped up and made it a skin-to-skin game.

But now, the relationship has gone off the rails. Chance wants more – not just our bodies, but also our hearts, minds, and souls. The problem? We’re not ready for this. We’re cops, and while the force has an unofficial “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” policy, it’s difficult to keep our innermost desires secret. But Chance wants more. He’s not satisfied with being kept in the closet. He wants to be part of our lives, out in the open and proud. Can we do this for him? Will we, when our lives and careers are at stake?

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“Walk me home?” I ask the twins shyly.

I have to fight past my nerves if I want them to take me seriously. Hell, I need to do this if I’m going to take myself seriously.

Logan and Mason share glances and then nod. I know these guys are big and strong, but I can’t help going mushy whenever they look at each other. I might not ever be able to understand their twin language, but it’s a privilege to witness.

I don’t want to be alone, so I’m grateful when they agree to take me home. I live in a tiny apartment on the top floor of a five-story building. Of course, there are plenty of stairs and the three of us smile as we ascend.

“Police Academy training has nothing on this walk-up,” Logan chuckles as we hit the fourth floor.

“I’m used to it,” I explain with a spring in my step.

“I can tell,” Mason husks.

I feel the firm, sure touch of his hand at my ass as we ascend the stairs. I laugh but don’t bother batting his hand away. I love that he appreciates my body. I don’t exercise much, but I have to scale one hundred and thirty-two steps at least once a day. My lower body is made of steel, and if these guys want to admire it, I’m not going to stop them. If anything, it gives me a confidence boost.

Without thinking, I let out a low purr. It’s quiet in the staircase, and I know I can’t it play off like an actual cat escaped a neighbor’s apartment.

I turn around to face them, and find their hungry eyes feasting on my body. I watch the rise and fall of their chests as they try to calm their breathing, but my little outburst unleashed more of their animalistic grit. I consider it a privilege that I can do this to them.

Everything about these guys feels like a privilege, if I’m being honest, and I don’t want to deny myself the pleasure either. My body screams for Logan and Mason, as if I belong to them already. Doctor Marty says I should focus on the things I have control over, and I’ve been thinking about that a lot. I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed and helpless. I want to chase the things that inspire and empower me, and never look back.

Right now, what empowers me is having my buff saviors by my side. Logan and Mason treat me right. When I feel anxious, I remember their sure, comforting touches and their gentle, kind words. It warms me, and calms the ache in my heart.

It’s what I need to feel and hear tonight.

I think this does more healing for me than any therapy. I know Doctor Marty is a professional, but these guys mend my body and soul more than they know.

“My apartment is at the end of the hall,” I explain as I push the door open to the fifth floor. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

They nod and pick up the pace behind me. I notice their eyes shift around as we cross towards my front door. In fact, I think they’ve been watching for lurkers and creeps the entire walk home. Maybe it’s their training that makes them act this way, but I like to think there’s something special about this level of security. Something reserved only for me. Dare to dream, I guess.

“This is nice,” Mason says, stepping into my apartment with Logan on his heels. I shut the door behind them, feeling my heart start to quicken.

“It’s tiny,” I tell them, but Logan shakes off my remark.

“It might be tiny but it’s clean. If you weren’t pursuing interior design, now would be the time we tried to convince you to,” he says with an affirming smile. “Your décor is amazing.”

Yum. Every word out of their mouths gives me strength.

I gesture for them to sit at the leather couch in the living room.

“My Aunt Darcy bought this sofa and also my bed. They’re the only nice things I own because everything else is Ikea, until I get a real job at least,” I joke.

“It’s beautiful,” says Mason as he grips the leather cushion beneath him.

“And there’s nothing wrong with Ikea,” Logan adds. “It has its uses.”

I pull a cushion from the closet and set it on the ground in front of them.

“Hey, don’t sit there,” Mason starts, but my hand flies up to stop him.

“Believe me, I like sitting on the ground. Plus, this way I can admire both of you at the same time,” I tell them. I can feel the blush on my cheeks but I fight through it.

“Thank you,” Logan chuckles. “You’re really sweet.” Mason smiles too.

“I wanted to tell you something,” I say as I look between their beautiful blue eyes. I take my seat on the cushion, and push my knees up to my chest as I cradle myself for comfort.

“Yes?” the twins ask. I take a deep breath.

“Well, I started going to therapy because you know the city pays for it after an attack like the one I had. I had my first session the other day, and I have another appointment next week. Until I can get my anxiety under control.”

Their eyes are a complex mix of affection and sadness, the blue going from light to dark, and then back again. They’re happy that I’m seeking treatment, but it’s another reminder of how we know one another, and how we got to this place. The good with the bad, I suppose.

“We’re proud of you,” Mason promises, looking directly into my eyes. “It’s important to take your mental health seriously.”

Logan nods all the same. “Exactly. You’re brave, but we already knew that. This is to help you recover even more.”

The blush hasn’t left my face. If anything, I feel warmer and definitely want to take my shirt off, anything to get some cold air on my skin.

“There’s something we want to ask you too,” Logan says in the next moment.

I look between them, but their expressions are unreadable. “Sure, ask away.”

“The trial for your attacker is in a few days. I was thinking about testifying, if that’s alright with you,” Logan confesses.

My chest tightens, but the twins have their hands on me before I freak out.

“We don’t want to stress you out,” Mason adds. “But the DA has asked us to get up on the stand.”

I steady my breathing, trying to focus on their touch.

“That’s alright. It’s fine. I’m going to be fine,” I say.

Mason nods, and I can feel my face burning up. It’s not like they have any choice when it comes to testifying. But still, their concern shakes me to my core. It’s all so much, how these guys take care of me and ask about getting up on the stand, as if my opinion makes a difference. In such a short time, they’ve become important people in my life. I can feel it everywhere, in my heart, in my head, and in my groin right now.

“You seem flushed,” Logan notes as his eyes rake over my face. They dip lower, taking in the rest of me as I unfurl my knees from my chest.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I can’t help it.”

I let my gaze wander over their bodies. They must like it too, both of them spreading their arms and legs wider on the couch, giving my eyes as much of them as possible.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Mason asks. He tries to sound innocent but my ears find nothing of the sort behind his hoarse voice.

I focus again on them, succumbing to the fire building in my chest. “I want you. Both of you. Is that okay?”

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Book Title: The Selkie Prince’s Secret Baby

Series: The Royal Alphas, Book 5

Author: J.J. Masters

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Megan Parker of EmCat Designs

Genre/s: MM Contemporary Romance, paranormal, mpreg, menage

Length: 66 226 words / 264 pages

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    Blurb An alpha prince, required to find his fated mate, has already pledged his love to another. But there’s a problem… Prince Caol of the North has enjoyed a very active, carefree life. Being the youngest of five alpha-born princes, he hasn’t had a lot of responsibilities. As he watched his brothers find their fated mates and produce sons, he knew the time would come when he’d be forced to do the same. However, he’s in no rush since he’s quite happy with his current lover. While Caol wants to take his beta servant as his mate, the king demands the law be upheld and he find an omega who can give him sons to continue the Selkie race. Beck can’t bear the thought of losing his alpha—the prince he not only served for years but loved just as many—to an omega. A male fated to bear his alpha sons. However, Beck’s gender makes it impossible for the prince to take him as his mate since betas cannot produce heirs. Galen has lost so much. Trying to mend his broken heart, the omega’s thrown into the path of his alpha when he becomes a wet-nurse to the prince’s son. A son Caol has no idea even existed. The only problem is his alpha already has a lover. One Caol’s been with for years, one he loves. Just when Galen thought he’d never find a mate due to his past circumstances, the omega unexpectedly finds two. Was this what the fates intended? Note: A 66k-plus word m/m/m ménage shifter mpreg story, this is the fifth book in the Royal Alpha series. Due to the “knotty” times in this book, it is recommended for mature readers only. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s recommended to read the series in order. And, like all of my books, it has an HEA.  

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  Excerpt Caol’s eyes popped open, but all he could see was a thick head of hair. His face was buried in the dark blond mane as he spooned the male against his naked chest. He inhaled the familiar scent of his lover deeply as he nuzzled his nose farther into the wavy locks. His lover who was also his beta servant. His beta servant who was also, as it turns out, the unwanted son of a king. His arm tightened across Beck’s chest and he shifted until his morning erection nestled between the crease of his beta’s muscular buttocks. A place he knew very well. A part of his beta that Caol had worshipped time and time again. Was it wrong that the beta servant assigned to him so many years ago, when he came of age, had been his lover for almost as long? Maybe, according to some. Like his late father, King Solomon. Or the current king, his eldest brother Kai. But no matter how many times Caol, the fifth and youngest alpha-born son of the late King Solomon, promised he’d stop rutting with Beck, he couldn’t. Truth was, Beck didn’t want him to, either. Even when Caol, with good intentions, sent Beck back to his own quarters in the beta servants’ section of the compound, Beck would sneak back into his bed in the middle of the night. There was rarely a morning that Caol didn’t wake up with the beta in his arms. No matter what anyone said, the connection between the two, an alpha Selkie prince and his beta servant, just felt right. They had a special relationship. A deep love and affection for each other. While his brothers all had their own betas, who they loved and treated as part of their family, Beck had always been more to Caol. No matter how many lovers Caol had, be it human, betas, and even forbidden omegas, he always came home to Beck. His beta never said a word about it. He didn’t have to. After years—almost a decade and a half of being together—Caol could easily read Beck’s expressions and his moods. Even when Caol would return reeking of another male, Beck would only give him a pointed look and then help him clean up. He knew Beck wanted to be the only male in his life, but that wasn’t possible. Caol was obligated to find his fated mate, an appropriate omega to produce heirs. By law he was expected to produce pups. He couldn’t do that with Beck. Quite simply because betas were infertile. But also, because Caol wasn’t certain he could only be with one male for the rest of his days on this Earth and in the Great Sea. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be satisfied with just one. Even if it was the omega who was his fated mate. Honestly, that scared him. Not just due to the fact he should be loyal to his future omega, the future pater of his pups, but the fact he’d have to give up Beck. Not necessarily as his servant, but as his lover. No, Beck looked forward to helping raise Caol’s sons, even if he didn’t whelp them himself. Caol knew Beck would treat any sons born to his prince as his very own. He would be fiercely protective and loyal to his alpha’s offspring. That was another reason why Caol loved Beck so much.  

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Chance:

I didn’t know what danger was until I was assaulted one night. It was a hate crime against the LGBTQ+ community, but fortunately, two cops stepped out from the shadows and wrestled my attacker to the ground. My breath caught upon seeing them because Mason and Logan are everything I’ve ever wanted: brawny, handsome, and heroic. But something tells me there’s more to these men than meets the eye.

Logan:

We shouldn’t have taken what the young man offered. But when he knocked on our door, my twin and I gave into our deepest desires. We’re twins who share, and Chance said he wanted to feel alive again after his close brush with death. As a result, we stepped up and made it a skin-to-skin game. 

But now, the relationship has gone off the rails. Chance wants more – not just our bodies, but also our hearts, minds, and souls. The problem? We’re not ready for this. We’re cops, and while the force has an unofficial “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” policy, it’s difficult to keep our innermost desires secret. But Chance wants more. He’s not satisfied with being kept in the closet. He wants to be part of our lives, out in the open and proud. Can we do this for him? Will we, when our lives and careers are at stake? 

**Always Ours is a full-length MMM novel with a HFN/HEA and no cliffhangers.** 

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“Walk me home?” I ask the twins shyly.

I have to fight past my nerves if I want them to take me seriously.  Hell, I need to do this if I’m going to take myself seriously.

Logan and Mason share glances and then nod.  I know these guys are big and strong, but I can’t help going mushy whenever they look at each other.  I might not ever be able to understand their twin language, but it’s a privilege to witness.

I don’t want to be alone, so I’m grateful when they agree to take me home.  I live in a tiny apartment on the top floor of a five-story building.  Of course, there are plenty of stairs and the three of us smile as we ascend.

“Police Academy training has nothing on this walk-up,” Logan chuckles as we hit the fourth floor.

“I’m used to it,” I explain with a spring in my step.

“I can tell,” Mason husks.

I feel the firm, sure touch of his hand at my ass as we ascend the stairs.  I laugh but don’t bother batting his hand away.  I love that he appreciates my body.  I don’t exercise much, but I have to scale one hundred and thirty-two steps at least once a day.  My lower body is made of steel, and if these guys want to admire it, I’m not going to stop them.  If anything, it gives me a confidence boost.

Without thinking, I let out a low purr.  It’s quiet in the staircase, and I know I can’t it play off like an actual cat escaped a neighbor’s apartment.

I turn around to face them, and find their hungry eyes feasting on my body.  I watch the rise and fall of their chests as they try to calm their breathing, but my little outburst unleashed more of their animalistic grit.  I consider it a privilege that I can do this to them.

Everything about these guys feels like a privilege, if I’m being honest, and I don’t want to deny myself the pleasure either.  My body screams for Logan and Mason, as if I belong to them already.  Doctor Marty says I should focus on the things I have control over, and I’ve been thinking about that a lot.  I’m tired of feeling overwhelmed and helpless.  I want to chase the things that inspire and empower me, and never look back.

Right now, what empowers me is having my buff saviors by my side.  Logan and Mason treat me right.  When I feel anxious, I remember their sure, comforting touches and their gentle, kind words.  It warms me, and calms the ache in my heart.

It’s what I need to feel and hear tonight. 

I think this does more healing for me than any therapy.  I know Doctor Marty is a professional, but these guys mend my body and soul more than they know.

“My apartment is at the end of the hall,” I explain as I push the door open to the fifth floor.  “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

They nod and pick up the pace behind me.  I notice their eyes shift around as we cross towards my front door.  In fact, I think they’ve been watching for lurkers and creeps the entire walk home.  Maybe it’s their training that makes them act this way, but I like to think there’s something special about this level of security.  Something reserved only for me.  Dare to dream, I guess.

“This is nice,” Mason says, stepping into my apartment with Logan on his heels.  I shut the door behind them, feeling my heart start to quicken.

“It’s tiny,” I tell them, but Logan shakes off my remark.

“It might be tiny but it’s clean.  If you weren’t pursuing interior design, now would be the time we tried to convince you to,” he says with an affirming smile.  “Your décor is amazing.”

Yum.  Every word out of their mouths gives me strength.

I gesture for them to sit at the leather couch in the living room.

“My Aunt Darcy bought this sofa and also my bed.  They’re the only nice things I own because everything else is Ikea, until I get a real job at least,” I joke.

“It’s beautiful,” says Mason as he grips the leather cushion beneath him.

“And there’s nothing wrong with Ikea,” Logan adds.  “It has its uses.”

I pull a cushion from the closet and set it on the ground in front of them.

“Hey, don’t sit there,” Mason starts, but my hand flies up to stop him.

“Believe me, I like sitting on the ground.  Plus, this way I can admire both of you at the same time,” I tell them.  I can feel the blush on my cheeks but I fight through it.

“Thank you,” Logan chuckles.  “You’re really sweet.”  Mason smiles too.

“I wanted to tell you something,” I say as I look between their beautiful blue eyes.  I take my seat on the cushion, and push my knees up to my chest as I cradle myself for comfort.

“Yes?” the twins ask.  I take a deep breath.

“Well, I started going to therapy because you know the city pays for it after an attack like the one I had.  I had my first session the other day, and I have another appointment next week.  Until I can get my anxiety under control.”

Their eyes are a complex mix of affection and sadness, the blue going from light to dark, and then back again.  They’re happy that I’m seeking treatment, but it’s another reminder of how we know one another, and how we got to this place.  The good with the bad, I suppose.

“We’re proud of you,” Mason promises, looking directly into my eyes.  “It’s important to take your mental health seriously.”

Logan nods all the same.  “Exactly.  You’re brave, but we already knew that.  This is to help you recover even more.”

The blush hasn’t left my face.  If anything, I feel warmer and definitely want to take my shirt off, anything to get some cold air on my skin.

“There’s something we want to ask you too,” Logan says in the next moment.

I look between them, but their expressions are unreadable.  “Sure, ask away.”

“The trial for your attacker is in a few days.  I was thinking about testifying, if that’s alright with you,” Logan confesses.

My chest tightens, but the twins have their hands on me before I freak out.

“We don’t want to stress you out,” Mason adds.  “But the DA has asked us to get up on the stand.”

I steady my breathing, trying to focus on their touch.

“That’s alright.  It’s fine.  I’m going to be fine,” I say.

Mason nods, and I can feel my face burning up.  It’s not like they have any choice when it comes to testifying.  But still, their concern shakes me to my core.  It’s all so much, how these guys take care of me and ask about getting up on the stand, as if my opinion makes a difference.  In such a short time, they’ve become important people in my life.  I can feel it everywhere, in my heart, in my head, and in my groin right now.

“You seem flushed,” Logan notes as his eyes rake over my face.  They dip lower, taking in the rest of me as I unfurl my knees from my chest.

“Yeah,” I breathe.  “I can’t help it.”

I let my gaze wander over their bodies.  They must like it too, both of them spreading their arms and legs wider on the couch, giving my eyes as much of them as possible.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Mason asks.  He tries to sound innocent but my ears find nothing of the sort behind his hoarse voice.

I focus again on them, succumbing to the fire building in my chest.  “I want you.  Both of you.  Is that okay?”

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