4.5 STARS: "Wow. This was one of the best MMF/triad relationship books I’ve ever read. I love that this book took the time to establish the characters and the relationships before the sex. Sidri and Tatum had been looking for the perfect person to complete their triad. Being that they were both alpha/dominant types and Tatum was bisexual, they needed a bisexual, submissive male. Sidri knew as soon as she met Allen that he was that man. But she had to wait for Tatum to get back from 2 years abroad working at their London office. During that time Allen practically drove himself crazy with lust for Sidri, finally deciding to resign rather than work for a boss that he wanted so badly. Allen is so innocent. Sid sees immediately that he is submissive, even if he doesn’t know it. She is so patient with him, loving and strong. Everything that he needs. Tatum is not innocent at all. But he is so vulnerable, it just breaks your heart. The dynamic between the three of them is amazing. A D/s relationship between three people can be hard to imagine, but the author does an amazing job of really highlighting the love between them all. Another thing I absolutely loved about this book is the fact that it is explained so clearly how a D/s relationship can thrive without what many people believe. Without total control, without humiliation, without pain, without discipline. At it’s core it is about taking care of each other completely. This was a great story, great characters, excellent dynamic and swoon worthy sex. HIGHLY recommend this book for anyone who enjoys romance, erotica, MMF, D/s……." -- Erin Clancy, GGR-Review.com
"An enticing start to a smouldering new series, Demons Within by author Rhiannon Ayers is sure to set pulse rates racing, as she introduces readers to her very distinctive style of erotica. With a deluge of new titles flooding the genre it’s getting increasingly harder to differentiate the wheat from the chaff, but Ayers has certainly set out to distinguish herself. Well written, she’s gone beyond trite scenes and dubious dialogue to deliver an enthralling mystery that plays to best in genre. With a well-executed plot, there is a veritable rhythm to her prose and clear evidence of an acerbic mind at play. The expected devices of the genre are all here, but be prepared to run the gamut of emotions as Ayers cleverly explores Allen's demons and in doing so adds real depth to her characters. It enables a notable balance between mystery and suspense to prevail, but more importantly introduces the right degree of vulnerability. Definitely an author to have on your watch list, Rhiannon Ayers has delivered a noteworthy debut and a great start to the For Love Of Authority series. Demons Within is strongly recommend to fans of the genre and those with an open mind." -- Book Viral
4.5 STARS: "Wow… I’ve read many books in my life, but I’ve never ever read anything this intense, loving, refreshingly different, and so explicit. There are many points that made this story so enjoyable and refreshing for me: 1) There are two dominant characters in the story and one of them is a female 2) The two males are bisexual 3) Three of them love each other unconditionally, with total empathy and adoration 4) The things they do together are very sensuous and sizzling. Demons Within helped me understand more about the dynamics in a D/s relationship. I love how Ms Ayers explains D/s relationship through female Domme Sidri’s discussions with Allen. Sidri lovingly taught Allen how he, as a submissive person, is in control of the relationship as much as his Dominant partners. As a result, I really enjoyed reading this story… It is just so beautifully written with some psychoanalytical parts that fit seamlessly with the plot and dialogue. My only issue with Demons Within is the theological discussion in the beginning; I feel religious discussions are very subjective and can be touchy. This is especially true when one is reading erotica and doesn’t quite expect to see it. Religion is really personal and can be off-putting if a reader isn’t willing or able to get past the topic and appreciate the overall story because they’re caught up in the theological issues. When present in “standard” romance stories, it’s not as jarring because those are usually more about character development and their relationships, rather than the sexual aspect of the relationships, so it makes more sense to me. But I tend to think that erotic romance is more effective when it leaves religion alone unless it’s integral for plot development for some reason. But like everything else here, that’s just my opinion! That little bit aside, I loved this story! Allen, Sidri and Tatum are lovable characters with wounded hearts and beautiful personalities. My favorite is Tatum, but you need to read the story to know why. I will say he is just wonderful and sexy" -- Lily, Scuttlebutt Reviews
"This is one of the best mmf ménages I’ve read in a very long time. I found it really hard to believe this was a first attempt by this author. The story starts out somewhat slowly, with a few quick flashbacks to show how Allen came to be in his current position from where he started as a new hire two years earlier. I’m not generally a fan of flashbacks, but they work here and only really happen in the beginning stages. Allen Heras was basically recruited by MM&M, a top marketing firm, for the raw potential they saw in his creativity and skills as a photographer. He was basically untrained, with little to no schooling. He didn’t even finish high school. But recruit him they did, although it was by chance that he just happened to apply for a job in the company since he had unwittingly not responded to any of their communications up to that point. So, the company is run by two of its bigwigs, Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister. Allen feels a strong attraction to Sid, as does Sid with Allen, but they keep things under wraps for a good two years as their friendship and working relationship grows. During this time, Tatum has been behind the scenes having had to fill in for someone in their London office. Sid and Tatum believe Allen is the perfect third for them. They have a major plan of action, but it is finally put in place by Sid when she pushes things a bit further with Allen. When Allen and Tatum finally see each other face to face, the attraction is immediate and strong. However, Allen has some major issues, one being his closeted bi status. He takes a lot of convincing to give the threesome a chance. Allen is such a sweet soul. He is gorgeous on the outside but feels quite the opposite on the inside, mostly due to his horribly evil and bigoted televangelist parents. He ran from them at the age of fourteen and has been on his own ever since, so he has had it pretty rough. He was completely up front about his past, or he tried to be, with Sid when she hired him, but she insisted his past didn’t matter, that they only cared about his future. Sid is wonderful with Allen. She and Tatum have been friends with benefits since they were old enough to do so. They realized long ago that they could never really be what the other needed mainly due to their both having such dominant personalities and appetites. And then, Tatum is bi as well, so that put a wrench in their being a happy couple. But, over the years, they have experimented and learned exactly what they needed – a third who is also a submissive man. All this talk about dominants and submissives would lead you to think this is the usual BDSM story. It is not. There is very little of that, in fact. It is mostly about control, with Sid and Tatum both needing to be the ones controlling. Turns out that Allen is perfect for them, and it was lovely to watch them show Allen that side of him and nurture him to become comfortable with everything. I have to admit that while I enjoyed Sid and Allen together, Tatum stole the show. Tatum and Allen together were unbelievably hot stuff! There were really no jealousy issues here either. Tatum had some issues of his own due to previous men not actually wanting a relationship with him making him fear rejection from Allen, but they were dealt with and the three remained equal members of the triad, except for Allen when his past crept back to haunt him. I really could go on and on, but this is already getting long. Suffice to say that I really enjoyed this. It was extremely refreshing with Sid being such a strong female character. At the same time, whenever I sensed things were about to go over the line of cheesiness, they just didn’t. There were a few niggling things here and there that kept this from that final ½ star, but overall, I thought it was fantastic. I am really glad I picked this one up and am super excited to see it’s the first of a series. I have a feeling Ms. Ayers will be an auto read for me if this is any indication. Overall Impression: I loved it" -- JustJen, The Blogger Girls
5 SMOKING GUNS: "Allen Heras just landed his dream job, and he’s determined to make the most of this chance for a new life. Only there’s a problem: he can’t seem to stop lusting after his bosses. After suppressing his bisexuality his whole life, he can’t afford to let his hormones ruin his chances for success. Now, if he could just get his big head to convince the little one of that, he’d be just fine. Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister have always known there was something missing between them: another man, one who could bear the love of two Doms. And they’ve chosen Allen to be that man. They’d always known it would be an uphill battle, convincing Allen that three people could make it in a long-term triad. But when the demons from Allen’s horrible past threaten their relationship, they realize that the real battle isn’t convincing Allen to love them---it’s convincing him he’s worth loving in the first place. Allen Heras grew up on the mean streets. He worked hard to leave his past behind and now all of that hard work seems to be paying off. But something is happening, something that he never expected. He is falling in love with his bosses. Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister are so much more than just business partners. They grew up together as children and their relationship has evolved into something infinitely more intimate and unique. They desperately want to share that with Allen, but can they first convince him that he is worthy of their love? Demons Within is the best Ménage romance that I have read in a very long time. It is much more than just an erotic story - it’s a journey where three broken souls seek shelter and strength in each other. The emotional connection between them is actually palpable. Each of the characters has demons to destroy but together they overcome them all including what society might think of them. Rhiannon tackles serious subjects such as homelessness, abuse, spirituality and marriage equality with such a brave voice that I certainly now count myself as a raving fan…" --Agents of Romance
Allen could definitely come to love this place.
But that wasn’t the half of what he was coming to love. The man and woman who were quickly overtaking his entire world were climbing that slope with staggering ease. Which was amazing, when he started considering how little he actually knew about them. Sidri, he knew mostly from work and the few social encounters they’d had over the last couple of years. Tatum, he’d only spoken to via phone or e-mail. Sure, they’d had dozens of conversations over the years, and he had heard tons of stories about both of them. But he’d never had the opportunity to simply hang out with them, never gotten the chance to just talk to them. And he’d never had the experience of seeing them together—or seeing how they interacted with someone like Allen.
Allen smiled, laughing at himself silently. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect, what it would be like to be the sole focus of two über-Alpha individuals. He’d had brief, uncomfortable visions of being totally controlled, of having every thought and action dictated for him. Eat this, go here, do that—no decision left to himself. The thought had made him instinctively shy away. He’d fought hard for his personal freedom, after all.
Fortunately, those half-formed fears couldn’t be further from the truth. With the two of them watching over him, taking care of him, he could almost begin to feel…cherished. Respected. Desired.
He shivered, and Sidri caressed his biceps without looking over at him. She was curled on the couch like a contented cat, watching reruns of her favorite show, The West Wing.He glanced over at Tatum, who sat in the easy chair closest to the arm of the couch Allen rested against, and received a small smile. Allen grinned, sighing with pleasure.
They were nothing like he expected. In the grand scheme of things, what they did for him didn’t appear to add up to much. But for Allen, it was a revelation of how wonderful his future could be.
Small things. Simple things. Like when Tatum brought them food earlier. He’d heaped two plates with Asian delicacies, setting them on the table with a wink and a flourish, before retrieving the plate he’d made for himself. Allen’s mouth had watered as he discovered Orange Beef, Kung Pao Chicken, and Happy Family vegetable medley. Then he had noticed that all the beans and sprouts had been removed from his portion—he’d glanced at Sidri and Tatum’s plates, just to be sure. Apparently, Sidri had told Tatum how much Allen hated beans and sprouts, and the big man had taken it upon himself to pick them out, one by one, before serving Allen his plate. It was such a small thing, such a simple gesture. But it rocked Allen to the core.
There were other things. Like when they settled in front of the TV after eating and talking for a good two hours. Tatum had snapped up the remote, earning a death-glare from Sidri, which he answered with a self-satisfied smirk. He’d flipped through the channels, obviously looking for something in particular, and eventually settled on one of Allen’s favorite guilty pleasures—a BBC crime drama. Allen knew—again, via Sidri—that Tatum absolutely detested crime dramas unless they featured lots of hot chicks wearing very little. He would never voluntarily watch one. Yet he’d stopped on the show without a single sign of discomfort, settling into his chair with a contented sigh.
Throat tight, Allen had snatched up the remote after the episode ended, quickly locating a sports show he knew both he and Tatum liked. The big man grinned appreciatively, and soon all three of them were arguing with the commentators and heaping ridicule on each other’s favorite players. With the Super Bowl happening tomorrow, everyone was focused on whose quarterback would make the most plays, which defenders would make the most sacks. It tickled him, listening to Sidri detail each player’s stats and list her ideas on how different plays should be run. That she obviously loved football just as much as her men made him love her that much more.
After sports, it was Sidri’s turn to hog the remote, a fact both men argued against vociferously. Grinning, she’d flipped through the channels, stopping on every chick-flick she found just to hear them groan. When she finally settled on The West Wing, he and Tatum quieted, content to let her have her way for now.
It was fun. Easy. Relaxed. Except for the thick undercurrent of constant, evolving sexual tension, he could almost believe they were just old college buddies, hanging out.
But that sexual tension was always there, under the surface.
When he’d returned from the kitchen, lips swollen and swimming in a haze of lust and anticipation, Sidri had taken one look at his rumpled state and said, “Damn, I wish I could have watched that.”
He’d blushed profusely and mumbled something about changing clothes—with his jeans’ button now lost somewhere on the kitchen floor, his pants were riding disconcertingly low. But Sidri and Tatum, who had just walked into the room carrying three Cokes, both instantly forbid him from doing any such thing.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” Tatum had breathed as Sidri nodded appreciatively. Both pairs of eyes were fastened to his waistline, where the now-zipped jeans still gaped at the top.
Sidri licked her lips, looked up at him through her lashes. “I want you to wear those jeans the whole time we’re here. Understand?”
A blush heated his ears as both of them voiced their approval of the idea, closing the subject as far as they were concerned. So Allen had been forced to wear the evidence of Tatum’s inability to wait to get his hands on Allen’s cock, the evidence of the man’s sheer brute strength. And every time he stood up, sat down, or simply walked across the room, his jeans, which were now loose enough to slip down to the points of his hips, rubbed against his hard-on.
Tatum headed straight for the freezer instead of making good on his offer to get them all food. He yanked open the door and shoved his face inside, a hard gasp shuddering out of him as the ice-cold air washed over his over-heated skin.
Too much. He wanted Allen too much. He stood with eyes shut tight, letting the frigid air try to cool the raging inferno of lust inside him. God help him, how would he ever manage to control himself?
A tentative, light-fingered touch on Tatum’s shoulder had him jumping and whirling around instantly. Allen stood behind him, eyes soft even as his hands trembled at his sides. As Tatum watched, Allen licked his lips and swallowed hard.
“I may not understand all this,” the smaller man said in a deep, sexy rumble that had Tatum’s balls drawing up tight, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here.” He paused, laughed self-consciously. “I feel like a teenager, out on a first date. I don’t know what to do with myself, what I’m supposed to do.”
Tatum melted instantly, but Allen cut him off before he could offer reassurance. “This is all new to me, Tatum. Until last night, I didn’t even think anything like this was even remotely possible. So I’m nervous, and jumpy, and scared as all get-out.” He took a deep breath. “But I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t something I wanted. And right now…” Allen looked down briefly, then speared Tatum with suddenly hot, chocolate-brown eyes.
“Right now, I want you to kiss me, the way you kissed her,” he said in a hushed tone. Then he gulped, licked that bottom lip again, and whispered, “Please.”
He mashed their lips together almost violently, shoving both hands through Allen’s thick black hair so he could grip the man’s skull and control the angle of penetration. With deep, sure strokes of his tongue, he explored every inch of that hot mouth, the sweet taste mainlining sugar straight to his bloodstream. Allen whimpered, his trembling fingers threading through Tatum’s belt loops as he sought an anchor.
Tatum groaned, forcing Allen to step backward until he fetched up against the door to the pantry. Tatum used his greater weight to hold Allen captive against the unforgiving hard surface, kissing the man desperately. That Allen responded, kissing him back for all he was worth, just made Tatum that much hotter. Harder.
With both hands, he reached down and took hold of Allen’s muscular thighs. He lifted the smaller man straight up, raising him to a level where Tatum didn’t have to bend so far to reach those sinful lips. Then he slammed their chests together, holding Allen suspended between himself and the door, his feet off the ground. Allen gasped into his mouth, both hands flying up to circle Tatum’s shoulders as he held on for dear life.
Tatum reached up with one hand and pried Allen’s fingers from his collar, kissing him all the while. Then he guided that hand up and out, finally wrapping the other man’s fingers around a convenient hook on the pantry door. It was supposed to hold bags of potatoes, or other such ordinary kitchen items. Now it gave his soon-to-be-lover an anchor that wouldn’t move. When he had Allen’s fingers firmly in place, he squeezed gently, letting him know Tatum wanted them to stay there. Allen complied with a deep, guttural groan that Tatum swallowed hungrily.
With unencumbered access, Tatum ran his free hand down Allen’s arm, over his chest, and made for the button on his jeans. Allen convulsed in his arms, panting between kisses, obviously reeling from the savagery of Tatum’s assault on his mouth and body. But Tatum couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He needed to do this.
With a growl of imperative male frustration, he ripped the fucking button clean off Allen’s jeans. They both heard the small piece of metal clang on the Italian tile floor, listened to it roll and hitch up against the far counter. With that out of the way, all that was left was his zipper. Tatum yanked it down in one swift motion and reached his hand inside Allen’s shorts.
Allen shouted into Tatum’s mouth as he finally, finally got his hands on that long, thick shaft. Jesus, the man was hung, his cock a perfect handful for a man Tatum’s size. Allen was painfully aroused, dripped pre-cum everywhere, providing Tatum with more than enough lubrication to begin the quick, fast hand-job he’d intended from the start. Allen’s whole body jerked with every hard stroke, his thighs clenching against Tatum’s legs where the taller man held him up. Tatum pulled ruthlessly, holding nothing back, jerking the man in his arms off as if his life depended on it.
Not once did he stop kissing him. Tatum was dizzy, light-headed from lack of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to release those intoxicating lips. He pressed his full weight against the man pinned to the door and growled with pleasure every time Allen jerked in his arms.
When Allen was panting, gasping, mewling, Tatum used his own hips to brace them both and used his other hand to yank his polo shirt up, exposing his abs. He pressed the head of Allen’s cock to his own stomach, tore his lips away, and whispered, “Come.”
Fiery blasts of cum decorated Tatum’s belly even as his own orgasm shot molten lava through his veins. He moaned, long and low, his forehead jammed against Allen’s as they both panted and shook with the force of their mutual release. He held onto Allen’s cock while the younger man pulsed and released wave after wave of hot, sticky seed all over Tatum’s body.
When it was over, they were both panting, trembling with the aftermath. At last, Tatum let the man slide down his body until his feet touched the ground. He stood there, panting, holding them both upright even though every one of his muscles wanted to melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor.