5/5
Great Book.
I loved the story line. Loved how the author made you love the chracactors of the story. I think you should read it.
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister, Amelia. The only clue she has is a letter detailing that Amelia has been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock. However, when Avilon arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them with her beautiful operatic voice.
But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions. Her arrival at the club sets off a chain of events filled with danger. As she grows closer to Eli and Jason, the search for her sister unleashes the wrath of a madman bent on revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she's come to love.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM, MMF), anal sex, m/m sex
This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
Excerpt:
“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”
Heart-pounding tension filled the room. Eli’s jaw tightened. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other, as if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking, clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them, her heart pounded and her blood boiled. Hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding onto Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him, up and down again and again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within their brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”
