Welcome to Day 7 of our Ménage a May event! Today we have an excerpt and giveaway of Barbara Elsborg's spanking new release, World's Apart!
Love has never been so close—or seemed so far away.
I love you. Niall is in hiding, but not from the police. He’s trapped between the world he longs for and a place he can’t leave behind. Cursed to hold his tongue, unable to claim what he wants until it’s given, he’s allowed one year to capture his heart's desire. But speaking those three simple words, the most important words in his life, might very well kill him.
I can’t love you. As a private investigator, Taylor walks daily through the ashes of love burned out. He’s witnessed the aftermath of love—destroyed marriages and wrecked lives that leave behind nothing but bitter memories of betrayal. He’s convinced that love will never plant a seed in his heart—until Niall sparks a completely unexpected reaction in both mind and body.
I want to love you. Roo has spent her entire life bouncing from relationship to relationship, offering her heart only to get it trampled on. When she finds herself out in the cold again, she discovers love can come from the most surprising of places. Her choices are simple. Do the right thing. Do the wrong thing. Do nothing. The wrong choice could be simply devastating…
Product Warnings : Beware faeries with killer tattoos and girls dressed as chickens—broken hearts can follow… Or lots of love. And lots of sex—three-way, two-way, every which way. But no chicken sex. Thank god.
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Excerpt
Taylor rolled off the bed and moved over to the window to draw the curtain. His hand froze on the material. Niall stood with his back toward him in the middle of the lawn, staring down toward the walled garden. Had he heard something? Seen something? Niall shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and kicked off his shoes. When he stepped out of his chinos and boxers, Taylor watched mesmerized.
What the fuck is he doing?
Taking his clothes off, you idiot.
Taylor’s pulse rocketed, blood rushing through his veins to fill his cock.
Oh Christ. What the—? He’d never seen Niall without a shirt. Now he stared at broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and a perfect tight butt. Oh fuck, I’m staring at his butt? Then Taylor’s attention was drawn to a tattoo that ran down Niall’s back, crossing from his left shoulder to curve over his right hip and run down his leg. He’d caught a glimpse of it at Niall’s neck and been intrigued, but he was surprised how big it was.
It turns me on.
Taylor swallowed hard and rubbed the heel of his palm over the stiff outline of his shaft. What the hell’s the matter with me? He let out a strangled laugh. Who I am trying to fool?
"Turn around, Niall," he whispered.
The moon slid from behind a cloud and Niall stood bathed in light as if he were some perfect statue newly unveiled but already entwined by ivy. Niall couldn’t have heard him, but he turned. The tattoo continued down to his ankle and spread over his foot. But Taylor’s gaze was inexorably drawn higher to the flat plane of the guy’s stomach and a cock that rose long and thick and—
Oh fuck. What am I doing?
Taylor wrapped his fingers around the bulge in his chinos and squeezed. Did Niall suspect, guess, want him to watch? Taylor couldn’t bring himself to look Niall in the face. Niall had to hope Taylor would see him or he wouldn’t be standing naked in the middle of the lawn. Unless this was some bizarre religious celebration and Niall assumed Taylor was fast asleep in bed.
That wasn’t impossible. Taylor knew very little about Niall. Because he hadn’t wanted his own skeletons uncovered, it had been easy to leave Niall’s where they lay, so when Taylor pushed and got nowhere, he’d let it drop. If Niall wanted to confide in him, he’d do so. That was how Taylor felt. He didn’t know if his parents had told Niall about his sister, but regardless of whether they had or not, Taylor didn’t want to talk about Stephanie.
Now Taylor wished he knew what Niall was thinking, but then he didn’t know how he felt himself. He looked down at his hand, squeezing and stroking around his zipper.
Ah damn it, yes I do. The idea of rubbing himself over Niall’s hot, silky skin, the thought of pushing his cock into the guy’s warm, wet mouth, shoving his whole length into his tight asshole made Taylor’s butt cheeks clench and he shuddered. Where the hell did that come from?
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop looking.
But he couldn’t.
He’d known the moment he set eyes on Niall that the guy was trouble. If he’d had any sense, he’d have asked him to leave. Taylor stepped away from this sort of temptation. Maybe this was why he treated women as he did, never contemplating a long-term relationship, because he suspected ultimately, he wouldn’t be satisfied. Taylor released a shaky breath.
Taylor liked women, he liked sucking their breasts, playing with their clits, fucking them hard and fast, slow and gentle. He liked to fuck them in the ass too, though he didn’t find many who’d let him. Taylor liked what women did to him, the feel of soft, gentle fingers playing, but he’d always wondered what it would be like with a guy. And he’d wondered that more than was healthy since he’d moved back to Sutton Hall.
Sometimes Niall eyeballed him when he didn’t think Taylor was watching, and Taylor saw an expression on his face that forced him to leave the room. Need, longing—who the hell knew what it was? But it made Taylor’s cock stir.
And he’d seen Niall’s stir too and the way Niall tried to hide that from him. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for weeks.
Taylor took the step forward to stand in the center of the window and he looked straight at Niall.
Maybe he won’t see me. Taylor would take it as a sign. Niall lifted his head and stared back at him. No smile. No frown. Only some intangible sense of need.
Taylor rolled off the bed and moved over to the window to draw the curtain. His hand froze on the material. Niall stood with his back toward him in the middle of the lawn, staring down toward the walled garden. Had he heard something? Seen something? Niall shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and kicked off his shoes. When he stepped out of his chinos and boxers, Taylor watched mesmerized.
What the fuck is he doing?
Taking his clothes off, you idiot.
Taylor’s pulse rocketed, blood rushing through his veins to fill his cock.
Oh Christ. What the—? He’d never seen Niall without a shirt. Now he stared at broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and a perfect tight butt. Oh fuck, I’m staring at his butt? Then Taylor’s attention was drawn to a tattoo that ran down Niall’s back, crossing from his left shoulder to curve over his right hip and run down his leg. He’d caught a glimpse of it at Niall’s neck and been intrigued, but he was surprised how big it was.
It turns me on.
Taylor swallowed hard and rubbed the heel of his palm over the stiff outline of his shaft. What the hell’s the matter with me? He let out a strangled laugh. Who I am trying to fool?
"Turn around, Niall," he whispered.
The moon slid from behind a cloud and Niall stood bathed in light as if he were some perfect statue newly unveiled but already entwined by ivy. Niall couldn’t have heard him, but he turned. The tattoo continued down to his ankle and spread over his foot. But Taylor’s gaze was inexorably drawn higher to the flat plane of the guy’s stomach and a cock that rose long and thick and—
Oh fuck. What am I doing?
Taylor wrapped his fingers around the bulge in his chinos and squeezed. Did Niall suspect, guess, want him to watch? Taylor couldn’t bring himself to look Niall in the face. Niall had to hope Taylor would see him or he wouldn’t be standing naked in the middle of the lawn. Unless this was some bizarre religious celebration and Niall assumed Taylor was fast asleep in bed.
That wasn’t impossible. Taylor knew very little about Niall. Because he hadn’t wanted his own skeletons uncovered, it had been easy to leave Niall’s where they lay, so when Taylor pushed and got nowhere, he’d let it drop. If Niall wanted to confide in him, he’d do so. That was how Taylor felt. He didn’t know if his parents had told Niall about his sister, but regardless of whether they had or not, Taylor didn’t want to talk about Stephanie.
Now Taylor wished he knew what Niall was thinking, but then he didn’t know how he felt himself. He looked down at his hand, squeezing and stroking around his zipper.
Ah damn it, yes I do. The idea of rubbing himself over Niall’s hot, silky skin, the thought of pushing his cock into the guy’s warm, wet mouth, shoving his whole length into his tight asshole made Taylor’s butt cheeks clench and he shuddered. Where the hell did that come from?
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop looking.
But he couldn’t.
He’d known the moment he set eyes on Niall that the guy was trouble. If he’d had any sense, he’d have asked him to leave. Taylor stepped away from this sort of temptation. Maybe this was why he treated women as he did, never contemplating a long-term relationship, because he suspected ultimately, he wouldn’t be satisfied. Taylor released a shaky breath.
Taylor liked women, he liked sucking their breasts, playing with their clits, fucking them hard and fast, slow and gentle. He liked to fuck them in the ass too, though he didn’t find many who’d let him. Taylor liked what women did to him, the feel of soft, gentle fingers playing, but he’d always wondered what it would be like with a guy. And he’d wondered that more than was healthy since he’d moved back to Sutton Hall.
Sometimes Niall eyeballed him when he didn’t think Taylor was watching, and Taylor saw an expression on his face that forced him to leave the room. Need, longing—who the hell knew what it was? But it made Taylor’s cock stir.
And he’d seen Niall’s stir too and the way Niall tried to hide that from him. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for weeks.
Taylor took the step forward to stand in the center of the window and he looked straight at Niall.
Maybe he won’t see me. Taylor would take it as a sign. Niall lifted his head and stared back at him. No smile. No frown. Only some intangible sense of need.
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~*Giveaway*~
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I don't think menage relationships are believable outside of books but for me that's not important. A good menage story will 'make' me believe it's real and possible while I'm reading it.
ReplyDeleteSame as vampires and werewolves aren't believable either but I become immersed in the story and believe in that world while I'm reading.
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I know a few people who are involved in a menage relationship. Not sure how stable it is. We will have to see. I like the idea, but not sure I could handle taking a care or 2 men. I wouldn't mind if it was 2 of them taking care of me :)
ReplyDeleteMel
I have read some very convincing menage books. It would take work but I think it is doable.
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I don't think they're realistic, but ménage relationships make great fantasies!!!!!! ;-) Some novels that had ménage seemed very real though!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how realist they are in real life. But I'd love two partners to take care of me, at 28 I still haven't reached the point where I can take care of myself, lol.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how realistic they are in everyday life. I think they are better left in books so we can fantasize.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how menage relationships would work in real life but I do love reading about them. It would take special people to make it work for real.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if they're realistic as a 'lifestyle'...but I sure like reading about them and they keep my fantasy fires burning that's for sure! ;) LOL! Thx for the giveaway op!
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I do find them very realistic but not sure how they would work in real life though. Tore923@aol.com
ReplyDeleteI read menage romances for the fantasy, so as long as they are within the realm of possibility, and at heart a romance story, I'm good.
ReplyDeletecaity_mack at yahoo dot com
Yes, I find them realistic. It may take a while to work out all the logistics, but think of the rewards!
ReplyDeleteI was gonna say something about chicken sex, that's toooooo funny.
luvfuzzzeeefaces at yahoo dot com
No, I don't think they are realistic, but it sure is fun to imagine anyway.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure about realistic, but they're certainly hot! I prefer the ménage stories where all three are getting it on with each other - it seems more "equal" to me (and I like m/m).
ReplyDeleteI think they could be if all the people were dedicated to each other. They would all have to work even harder than normal to make it work but with the right people, it could work.
ReplyDeleteBut even without it being a reality, the thought of having 2 hot guys taking care of your every want & need is HOT!
Thanks for commenting, guys! I might write MMF menages but I don't actually know of anyone in one. Trust is the secret though. There can't be jealousy, jut absolute trust.
ReplyDeleteI think menage relationships are just as realistic as any other relationship because all relationships are about trust.
ReplyDeleteOf course they are realistic, as long as the 3 people involved are comfortable about their sexuality and have no problems with males or female nudity because really then all fun can break lose. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com
ReplyDeletei think so, if they were not then i suppose we wouldn't have polygamy going on all over the country as well as polyamours relationships. (i think i got that last one right), as long as they are ALL consenting (18+) adults and are happy with it then they should be left to be their happiness. it isn't any different than any other relationship there are going to be hard times and good times, this just gives them one more person to love and share it with. :D
ReplyDeletetammy ramey
trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com
Trust and willing to compromise, I expect would be key, and if the partners are anything like the ones Barbara makes us fall in love with, knowing there will be a happy ending couldnt hurt either.
ReplyDeleteYou know i'm not sure. In a story they sure sound like it, and i love reading about them. But out in really life it makes you wonder how many there are. Or if there just something thta only happens once in a blue moon.
ReplyDeleteGreat post:)
LorettaLynn
elliott2668(at)yahoo(dot)com
Of course they're realistic. There are happy trios out there. I know a trio in this area that have been together for years--in their 60's. No relationship is easy and I imagine if you're willing to set jealousy aside, you could have a loving relationship with more than one partner. But imagine trying to put a spark back in that relationship if it goes south. LOL
ReplyDeleteThey don't seem very realistic.
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