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Harlequin (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 61,097
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[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, with M/F and M/M/F elements, HEA]

They're an unlikely couple—Harley Sinclair, pilot and openly gay, likes fast cars, easy boys, and late nights. Quinn Lancaster, lawyer and deep in the closet, likes his life quiet with just that little bit of extra spice that engaging in a ménage with his wife, Miranda, and Harley adds. Neither of them can admit that there might be more to this affair than just indecently hot sex.

A lie soon breaks them apart, but when Miranda dies in an accident, Harley and Quinn are reunited by an even more unlikely couple—twin sons with different fathers. While Harley is willing to commit to the responsibility of having a family, Quinn's fear that accepting Harley at his side will destroy everything he has worked for keeps them apart. But when Harley makes the ultimate sacrifice, Quinn realizes that sometimes, what appears to be the worst case isn’t quite so bad after all…

Note: This book contains forced seduction.

A Siren Erotic Romance

User Reviews
Im really enjoying everything I have read from Sage Marlow. Harlequin is is another great story by Ms Marlow.

- kell76

Professional Reviews

4 HEARTS: This was a pretty good book. At first when I saw the woman appear I was like, “oh no. another mmf and gunna be all about the girl.” I was wrong. I am so glad I kept on reading. The woman’s part was short, but really important to the story. So here we go. Harley likes fast cars, fast planes and a fast sex. He is openly gay and very happy with his life as it is. He isn’t looking for change. Then he meets Miranda Lancaster. She changes his life forever in so many ways. She comes on the plane and asks to meet the captain. He sees straight away she is interested, but he would rather have her husband than her. He is in a randy mood and glad when they leave so he can take matters into his own hands. She shows up early and comes on hard and strong, not taking no for an answer. Caution this here is a fine line between seduction and rape; he does say no but doesn’t really fight her off. A couple of weeks later, the Lancasters come back and she repeats the performance. He still tells her no, but goes with the flow. Then the story skips a little and he shows up at her house, ends up in her bed and her husband joins them. This is where the story gets good. The sex is hot. Very hot. Then the story skips again and he shows up at their house again. Only this time Quinn, the husband, beats Harley up landing him in the ER. When Harley really thought things were going great for them he was willing to accept Miranda just to be with Quinn (Quinn is a big lawyer still in the closet). The story skips again and it has Quinn showing up to tell Harley he has a son. From here the story really picks up. There are lots of more twists and turns heartache, agony, really hot sex, but overall a good story. It’s worth reading. I liked the story a lot after the first couple times with the woman seducing him. Once it got to adding Quinn it got better, though I really didn’t particularly like Quinn. I wanted to shake the living crap out of him over and over and a few times to smack some sense into Harley. My only complaint with the book was the skipping of time. Each chapter seemed to go from days to weeks to years; maybe a header would have helped. But, all in all, it was a good read with lots of twists and a nice love story which I am a sucker for. I like one with lots of angst and fighting to get what you want. I would recommend this to anyone that likes a long story with lots of twists, men in uniforms, and suits, a bit of mmf action, fast cars, fast planes, fast men, great fathers, an mm story with children (family) and really hot mansex. -- Cat, MM Good Book Reviews




Harley answered the buzzing from the passengers’ cabin first with a barely suppressed sigh, then with a cheerful “Yes, please?” that sounded almost sincere.

“Are you the pilot? I was just wondering whether you had a minute to spare.” The female voice sounded very polite, and her slightly snobbish pronunciation was perceptible even through the crackle of the intercom. Harley rolled his eyes at his copilot and didn’t even bother trying to stifle his groan this time. It wasn’t much of a secret that he loved flying only marginally more than he hated dealing with anxious passengers.

“Sure. I’ll be with you in just a few minutes,” he replied and rubbed his forehead tiredly with one hand while he pushed the checklist he was holding at his copilot. Some days you’d just really better stay in bed, he thought, once again regretting that he’d had to leave last night’s playmate in the early morning hours without the chance of a decent good-bye. Or, preferably, a rather indecent good-bye. He allowed himself a smile at the memory of the adorable, sleek body he’d explored so thoroughly last night. Oh, it would have been too nice to play some more, but instead, he’d had to get up at dawn, rush home to shower, and get changed.

He’d turned up at the airport a little late, earning himself a scolding look from his wonderful copilot, Bernie, who had already welcomed the passengers and supplied them with drinks, one of her tasks on such short flights. She’d charmed them thoroughly and fed them a convincing tale of why their pilot was late. Harley had treated her to his thousand-watt smile and made a mental note to get her a thank-you gift while getting the aircraft ready for takeoff. He’d been more than happy that his delay meant he could avoid the usual meet and greet with the passengers.

The flight had been an uneventful two-hour trip with the weather as good and calm as any pilot could wish for. Harley generally preferred it a bit rougher, loving the challenge when his skills as a pilot were required more.

“Anything I need to know?” he asked unenthusiastically, stalling for time.

Bernie gave him that look again and heaved a sigh before she answered. “They’re pretty much the usual kind—at least the guy is. He’s a lawyer with that big national firm we fly for so often. Jackson, Lieberman, and Mills.”

“What about her? Mistress?” It wasn’t unusual for their clients to take a companion on a business trip who wasn’t their spouse and rely on the confidentiality of the crew and ground personnel.

“Nope. Wife. At least that’s what the passenger list says.”

“She a lawyer, too?” Harley asked, reluctantly pushing out of his seat.

“No. I guess she just wanted to tag along for the flight. Probably wants to spend the money her darling husband is about to earn.” She grinned evilly and made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “Go ahead now. She won’t eat you, although you look good enough for that. Probably just wants to pick your brains for shopping locations. I told her you knew the city like the back of your hand.”

“Thanks a lot,” Harley grumbled and made a mental note to make the thank-you gift a rather small one.

“Oh, by the way.” Bernie smiled sweetly. “You don’t mind taking over the plane guarding this time, do you? I promised my sis to get her some stuff.”

“No, it’s okay. Go ahead, have fun.” Secretly delighted at her idea, Harley gave her a forced smile anyway, just so she wouldn’t get suspicious. He’d been silently hoping to get a little time to himself in the privacy of the plane but wasn’t going to let her in on that. With any luck, Mrs. Tag-along would be off shopping soon and he’d have a quiet two hours all alone to reminisce about last night. And boy, he was in the mood to reminisce. There hadn’t even been time for a little private commemoration in the shower that morning, and he had left his apartment wound up and frustrated. He quickly pushed the thoughts about the willing body and capable mouth he’d enjoyed last night to the back of his mind before his own body got the chance to react. Instead, he plastered a smile onto his face as he went through to the passenger area.

The woman who sat on the comfortable, cream-colored, leather sofa liked what she saw, that much was clear. Harley noticed her eyes widen before they started their way down his body, assessing him with unconcealed delight. Her eyes followed the long lines of his muscular legs, managed not to rest on his groin for too long, and lingered on his upper body as if taking measure of his shoulders and chest before they travelled further up. She was virtually drooling by the time she met his eyes, and he hadn’t failed to notice the way she had licked her lips when she’d looked at his mouth.

Harley smothered a grin. He knew the appeal a uniform held to most people, and the classy strawberry blonde in front of him was obviously no exception. He also knew that his body was in perfect shape for showing off said uniform. At a more than average height, with broad shoulders and narrow hips in perfect proportion, a nice firm ass, and a handsome face, he could have been created to model uniforms. Or basically just pretty much anything. Too bad that his well-defined six pack remained hidden under his shirt and jacket. Although not the main reason he had chosen his profession, the fact that he looked stunning in his working clothes was a nice extra, and he still enjoyed the flattering stares it earned him. Sometimes though, he wished his physical attraction were exclusive to those he actually wanted to be attracted by it.

“You wanted to see me?” He interrupted the woman’s fantasies mercilessly, silently enjoying the way she startled.




Something in Harley’s voice made Quinn look at him more closely. He took in the line between Harley’s eyebrows, the quiver of those lush lips.

“You’re going to be okay,” he whispered and raised his hand to wipe the tears from Harley’s eyes. He thought he’d merely meant it as a comforting gesture, but when Harley tilted his head into the touch, Quinn realized it was the invitation he’d been hoping for all along. Leaning in, he trailed the moist line a tear had left with his lips, kissing it away as he followed it right to where it had pooled in the corner of Harley’s mouth.

The kiss was nothing but a tentative brush of skin at first, but Harley’s lips yielded willingly to allow Quinn’s tongue into the sweet warmth. The salt of Harley’s tears still lingered between them but was soon replaced by a different taste. A taste that had once been so wonderfully familiar. Harley loved kissing and was extremely good at it. Letting Quinn reacquaint himself with his mouth, his own tongue appeared occasionally to play, stroking and caressing Quinn’s in the most sensual way. Quinn’s husky groan was echoed by an equally aroused sound from Harley, one that went straight to Quinn’s groin. He became aware of Harley’s hands on his back and the strong arms around him that gently pulled him on top.

“Sure about this?” Quinn whispered into the kiss.

Letting go wasn’t really an option. Especially not when he could feel the hard prodding against his belly as Harley shifted underneath him and answered in a low growl, “Don’t care. I want you.”

Quinn gasped and abandoned his uncertainty when he felt the hand on his cock that rubbed him gently through the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms. It had been too long since he’d been with anybody, and his self-control around Harley had never been that good anyway. He’d be lucky to last more than a few minutes if Harley kept going at that pace, which he seemed to intend doing. Harley’s hips flexed, moving to create the friction they both needed while his hands roamed over Quinn’s body.

“Fuck me,” Harley panted and spread his legs a little wider.


Harley stiffened under him. “What d’you mean you can’t? This feels a lot like you can.” The grip of the hand around Quinn’s cock tightened, making him shudder as he fought for control.

“Need…haven’t…” Quinn stammered and felt like screaming when he tried to remember the last time he had bought condoms.


“Condoms,” Quinn choked out in a frustrated whine.

“Got lube?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Harley interrupted him. “In my pocket. Get off.” While Harley was hanging halfway out of bed to grapple with his pants, Quinn fished in the nightstand drawer for the lube. The interruption was a welcome chance for him to cool down a little, but the effect wore off quickly when Harley shimmied out of his boxers and lay back on the bed, placing his long legs on either side of Quinn who was kneeling in the middle of the bed.

“I feel like I should take a moment to savor this. It’s the first time I’m having sex with my son’s father after all,” Quinn whispered.

“Oh fuck.” Harley pulled a face and groaned. “Stop saying stuff like that, or this is over before it’s started. You really know how to make a guy feel self-conscious.”

“There’s nothing you’d have to feel self-conscious about.” Sitting up, Quinn ran his hand down the length of Harley’s body, loving the feel of all that silky skin under his fingers. “Gosh, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you. Now get your beautiful cock inside of me, will you?”

“Did you want to top?”

“Not especially.”

“Then stop doing it. Pushy bottom,” Quinn scolded, only half-serious.

“I wouldn’t have to push if you got on with it,” Harley shot back, lifting his legs. “By the way, I don’t need much preparation.”

“I know. I’ve done this before, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Harley moaned. “That’s why I want you to do it again so much. Oh fuck, yes!” He let out a needy whimper when Quinn plunged two fingers into him without warning.

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