All Together Now
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All Together Now Anthology
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Sharing Adam ©Copyright Madelynne Ellis 2012
Private Investigation ©Copyright Fleur T Reid 2012
Country Hearts ©Copyright Nan Comargue 2012
The Triumvirate’s Consort ©Copyright Shannon Peters 2012
The Perfect Third ©Copyright Morticia Knight 2012
The Dare ©Copyright Jordyn McKenzie 2012
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2012
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ALL TOGETHER NOW ANTHOLOGY
Sharing Adam
Madelynne Ellis
Private Investigation
Fleur T. Reid
Country Hearts
Nan Comargue
The Triumvirate’s Consort
Shannon Peters
The Perfect Third
Morticia Knight
The Dare
Jordyn McKenzie
‘Sharing Adam’ by Madelynne Ellis
Whoever thought infidelity could be this hot? Becca Caine had no idea until she caught her husband enjoying an erotic clinch with another man.
When Becca Caine happens upon her husband, Elliot, enjoying an erotic clinch with a darkly attractive man named Adam, she’s both hurt by his infidelity and left uncomfortably aroused.
However, the more she learns about her husband’s homoerotic past encounters, the more desirous she becomes to see the two men make love.
Despite the risk to their marriage, Becca persuades Elliot to arrange such a tryst with Adam. Seeing them make out may well be the hottest thing she’s ever seen, but what happens when Adam discovers her and invites her to join in?
Can Becca truly share her husband with another man? Is Elliot prepared to share his wife? Are either of them really prepared to share Adam?
'Private Investigation’ by Fleur T Reid
In a Victorian world of clockwork and conspiracy, private investigation gets personal…
In another London, not entirely like our own, Miss Elizabeth James is one of the new Victorian working women.
She answers an advertisement placed by inventor John Dermott for someone to bring order to the life of his companion, flamboyant private detective Lucien Doyle.
She can sort out the shocking state of his paperwork, but the weird contraptions and unexpected explosions weren’t on the curriculum at the Metropolitan School for Shorthand. And while she can type, file and take dictation, she didn’t expect to have to take a string of apparently motiveless murders in her stride. She’s an expert at finding lost files, but how does one deal with the lost souls of the bewildered dead?
Lilly’s life becomes even more confusing when she discovers that Lucien and John plan to do a bit of very private investigating—of her person.
‘Country Hearts’ by Nan Comargue
After a failed relationship in the city, Isabel returns home to the Armstrong ranch and the two sexy Armstrong brothers she’s always loved. Can she choose between them-or does she even have to?
Isabel Morgan’s experiment with city life is done. Her live-in boyfriend has just left her for a younger, more virginal model, and she finds herself in need of rescuing from the least likely of sources—the two rough cowboys she grew up with. After her mother married their father, the Armstrong brothers, stern Cary and sympathetic Dex, have taken a none-too-welcome interest in her life.
Her ex-boyfriend made Isabel feel oversexed just because she wanted to fuck all the time, in fact it’s one of the reasons they grew apart, but the Armstrongs soon show how much they value her reappearance in their lives with steamy welcomes. But surely she can’t have both!
When her ex calls her to try to patch things up, Isabel realizes just how far she’s come from that initial heartbreak—and finally knows where she belongs. At the ranch. But will Cary and Dex, who have been keeping their distance and holding long secret meetings without her, want her around?
‘The Triumvirate’s Consort’ by Shannon Peters
Can three warriors convince an uninterested and unwilling betrothed to accept their bond and help lead an alien race?
Evie Flint is feeling underappreciated in her professional life, and just a tad lonely in her personal life—but getting kidnapped by three gorgeous alien hunks who claim she’s their missing betrothed is not the solution she was looking for.
Dane, Taz and Cort are surprised by their resistant consort and employ all their powers of persuasion in order to convince their woman to take them as partners. Evie has to decide—can she take them all?
‘The Perfect Third’ by Morticia Knight
Alexa is young, sexy and single in New York. She’s also alone. When she meets two hunky musicians, will they make her their perfect third?
Alexa is young, sexy and single in New York. She’s also alone. But she doesn’t want to date any more of the stuffy men she meets through her job at the law firm—she needs some excitement. When she meets hunky Lorne, a film score composer, at a premiere after-party, she can’t believe her luck when he asks her out.
After an incredibly hot night of sex, when it seems that this is just the relationship she’s been waiting for, things inexplicably cool down. Does his best friend and roommate, the dangerously handsome Antony, have anything to do with it?
One night the truth of Lorne and Antony’s relationship is revealed to Alexa, and she has a difficult choice to make. Is she willing to just let go and become their perfect third?
‘The Dare’ by Jordyn McKenzie
“Don’t think. Just feel.” How a moment’s decision in a silly game with two of her closest friends changes Alexis’ life, and her heart, forever.
It’s the final night of a weekend camping trip with a group of childhood friends. They are recent college grads, about to move forward to the next stages of their lives. It’s a time for reflection, a time for anticipating what the future will bring. What better way to end that chapter of youth and revelry, before scattering into the winds of adulthood, than with one last weekend spent with your closest friends?
But for Alexis, the events of that final evening cause her world to veer in an unexpected direction. What should have been a harmless game of Truth or Dare with her seemingly platonic pals, Damien and Parker, leads to an experience unlike any she has ever had before. The lines of friendship blurred and dormant desires awakened, Alexis faces a
dare that will change her life forever. Torn between feeling shame and utter gratification, she must now decide whether to be led by her conscience or her heart.
SHARING ADAM
Madelynne Ellis
Dedication
To A. N. for believing in me.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
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Chapter One
Becca had once seen lightning strike. The bolt had hit the pavement right in front of her feet and dispersed into the earth, its passage unremarked upon save in the fraying of her nerves and the knowledge that she’d just escaped a life-altering event.
She’d never hoped to survive it, let alone expected to face the same situation twice. But then she’d never expected to find her husband pinned in the shadows by a raven-haired vixen.
Their friends’ wedding had passed unremarkably, as most did after the vows were said and the drinks began to flow, until that moment when she left the ladies and glimpsed Elliot a few feet away, embracing somebody else. He wasn’t even being particularly circumspect about it, given that a deep alcove lay to his rear and yet he stood under the light adjacent to the cloakroom door.
Becca braced herself behind a marble column, terrified of being seen, though she wasn’t in the wrong. What had possessed him? She risked another glimpse.
As the breath squeezed from her lungs and culminated in a cough, Elliot made a half-hearted attempt to peel the pale hand off his arse.
“Not cool, dude,” he chastised, giving Becca her first hint that she wasn’t dealing with what she’d originally thought. “My wife—”
“Can’t give you what I can give you.” The deep rumbling purr confirmed it. Not a vixen, but a viper. One of the ushers—a man she recognised from the overly zealous exchange he’d shared with Elliot on the way into the reception. Maybe that ought to have set off alarm bells, but folks met up at weddings who hadn’t seen one another in years. Emotions tended to run a little high, and Elliot’s response, a firm pat on the back, hadn’t given her cause for concern.
The guy released his grip on Elliot’s iron-like buns, only to make a grab for the ridge of his cock beneath his trouser fly.
“Bet she doesn’t even know how you swing. Probably be horrified to know how much a little rear-door action turns you on.”
Damn, if that wasn’t a truth that hurt more than this little tableaux. Not the last part—she knew Elliot well enough to know he enjoyed a little exploration in that region—but the not knowing that his interests ran to other men. That was a little hard to swallow.
“Who said it does, any more?” Elliot said. The slight bristle to his words and the stiffening of his shoulders made no impression upon his pursuer.
“Your cock dancing about behind your fly desperate to get out says so.”
She didn’t need to see the ridge of Elliot’s erection to know that it was true. The guy’s large hand spanned the whole length of Elliot’s imprisoned cock, while the curve of his index finger and thumb provided an extra pinch of encouragement. A softness infused Elliot’s gaze, coupled with a slackness of his jaw that spoke of intense delight.
How could they have been married five years without her knowing this sort of detail about him? Oh, if she thought hard on it, she supposed there’d been hints. Little things about the way Elliot was and how he behaved with other men, and the stray glances he cast. The way he always knew when she was looking at other men and could debate their merits, but had never seemed to admire women in the same way.
“What say we slip upstairs and make use of the facilities?” The man leaned closer, so that their chests were touching. He angled his head, seeking a kiss. “They’re all boozing. No one is going to miss us.”
“Adam—you’re not listening. I can’t do this.”
“We’ll make it quick.”
Don’t, Elliot, Becca silently begged. At least talk to me about what you need first. I can… We can…work round it. How could they? If he wanted a man, no amount of dress-up and make-believe would satisfy him. But she’d try. If he’d give her a chance, she’d try whatever it took. They’d been adventurous in the past.
Elliot extracted one arm from his would-be lover’s embrace long enough to glance at his watch.
“Ten minutes,” Adam coaxed, continuing to palm the bulge in Elliot’s trousers. “And I swear I’ll make every second count.”
Becca saw it in her husband’s eyes, the moment when temptation became capitulation. His mouth came crashing down upon Adam’s lips. He held him tight, groping his arse—desperate. Hungry, as if he was starved of affection.
Damn, that hurt.
They still had regular sex, even if it had become a little routine and a little dull.
This couldn’t be happening. She’d just drunk too much, was having double vision. Except this was her Elliot, in his crisp white shirt, drinking down kisses from another man.
What had happened? They’d shared passion like that not so long ago, when a shadowy alcove or a moonlit veranda had been the only excuse needed for a tryst. Even broad daylight hadn’t stopped them from sating their appetites for each other. She’d slip off her panties and straddle him while they were both otherwise fully clothed, the only skin to skin contact where it mattered most. But as each anniversary passed, the spark had faded a little. Somehow they’d become out of sync, never available or desirous of the same things at the same time. The raw, sexual excess that had dominated their early days together was now just an abrasive memory.
They ought to have worked harder at maintaining that bond. Now he was slipping away.
She didn’t want to yell and cause a scene and risk pushing him away any further. She’d said ‘I do’ and meant him, for keeps. But that wasn’t the only reason she’d remained rooted to the spot. Despite her grumbling feelings of outrage, Becca’s nipples had tightened to points. Seeing her husband being groped by another man was turning her on.
Really, that shouldn’t have been a surprise. She had a secret desire or two of her own. She hadn’t acted upon them—reading material and the odd glimpse of something naughty online didn’t count. Besides, spying was wrong. There were words for women who liked watching gay men—none of them kind. Not that they applied in this instance. Her husband wasn’t gay.
Yet, as Becca shifted her stance, awareness of her own arousal spread. She desired more, even as she smarted from the pain of Elliot’s infidelity. What manner of fool was she? Here was her husband, doing a tongue tango with another man, his hands clasped tight upon the guy’s arse, and the predominant thought running through her head was how good they would look together naked with all that smooth, sleek muscle rubbing together. And how Adam’s long, black hair would appear fanned out over Elliot’s chest or his hips as he sucked on Elliot’s cock.
Did Elliot like to be fucked? How did Adam know?
She knew he sometimes liked to be held down. How much more would he enjoy it, if it were a strong man doing the holding? She hadn’t the physical strength to do more than pretend to pin him down. Actual scarves and ropes, and—God forbid—handcuffs, made her uncomfortable.
The thought alone made her squirm, but heat, not a horrified shiver, tingled in her innards. She could see it all so clearly. The delightful Adam wouldn’t have any such qualms about restraints. He’d bind Elliot with steel and silk and fuck him until he begged for mercy.
The heat reached her cheeks, making them burn, and no doubt making a mockery of her carefully applied foundation.
The most horrific part wasn’t that Elliot would consider doing that, but that she wanted to watch it. She wanted to see him stretched and bound, with a trickle of sweat running across his brow, and to know whether all that straining made his final release that bit sweeter.
She wanted to see Adam fuck him, riding him from behind, with one hand clamped ar
ound his hair and another holding tight upon his shoulders. Their lovemaking would be harsh and brutal, and swift, slick and raw.
Shocked at herself, Becca covered her face with her hands, but even that didn’t blind her to the vision of her own desire.
Elliot broke off the kiss. “No—this is wrong. I can’t.” His words faltered as he caught sight of her.
Becca didn’t move.
“Oh, fucking hell!” He brushed off Adam’s hold and hurried towards her. “Babe—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I mean that I didn’t mean to do it. Not that I was trying to hide anything. We were just goofing around. It didn’t… It wasn’t…”
“Don’t you dare dismiss me like that, Elliot Caine, and don’t lie to her. Don’t lie to yourself.” Adam loomed behind Elliot. His dark hair rested on his shoulders. “I’m sorry, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Adam.” He offered his hand and smiled when she automatically took it. “Enchanté.”
He had sapphire blue eyes, clear and smiling and full of warmth, coupled with the sort of bone structure that made a face interesting. A slightly overlarge mouth, united with a deep brow and a prominent chin; the sort of man who walked a fine line between devastating and ugly. He held on to her hand as she swallowed down the vision of him.