Seduced By Three (MFMM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,486
4 Ratings (4.3)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, spanking, HEA]

Grace Hunter is trained in survival and doesn't need anyone to protect her from the anarchy that results after the EMP. But still, she is stuck confined in an underground shelter with three men—Steven "Sarge" Connelley, Van Goodwin, and Luke Evers—all totally different, all powerfully sexy. Together, the group faces the threats of the deadly city above ground. Individually, each man succeeds in seducing her. And before long, all three want Grace for himself alone. Animosity inside the shelter grows unbearable until Grace finally resolves to end it once and for all…and simply vanishes without a trace.

It takes months for the men to eventually realize that Grace left them willingly. When they do, hostilities flare between them again. They fight each other, and then fight together to muddle through the complexities of sex, love, and their own egos to forge an arrangement that could make them all happy.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Seduced By Three (MFMM)
4 Ratings (4.3)

Seduced By Three (MFMM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,486
4 Ratings (4.3)
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OMG I want a sequel. This was such a good book, I couldnt put it down.
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RRhotly11.png5 FLAMES: "What do you get when you blend Doomsday Preppers, Doomsday Bunkers, and Three really hot guys locked in a ‘bunker’ with one really hot chick? Yep, you guessed it. You have a perfect recipe for one of the hottest multiple partner stories I have ever read! It does help that I have this sick obsession with anything post apocalyptic. I am very much intrigued with how to survive the end of the world as we know it. I read any fiction book that has it as subject matter. When I realized that Sylvia’s books had that as a plotline surrounding this love story I was like “I’m in!” This story was rich, vivid, and very well written! I didn’t have a moment where I was bored, there were moments when you were settled and it needed to happen, action scenes that made you scream into your eReader, and then the moments when you were crying. I believed in this story at every moment. It was believable and it honestly took the reader on a full journey instead of something partial. I was in it for the long run the moment the shit hit the fan. I had to giggle at times too. Because you had man number one Steven. Ok, one hunky older man that is also a Dom. God, what more could you ask for during the end of the world? It is like a subbie dream come true! Oh, we aren’t done. Then we have vanilla lover Van. I could try and lie and say he isn’t hot and doesn’t add to the now threesome, but I would be LYING! Then you drop in Luke. Well, Luke ain’t afraid to be a Dom. In the middle of hunting for new clothes, in a locked up consignment store, that man puts Grace in bondage! Oh, yes, he went there! I was so hot and bothered, jealous, and screaming during that scene, and just hoping to God that no one came in to interrupt them. He had her in the most hot bondage position. It was creative too! I was like…. Yeah… As a whole there is nothing I didn’t like about this story. It was raw, edgy, and sexy as all get up. It had just enough conflict and emotion to make it believable for the reader in a post apocalyptic situation. I highly recommend this be added to all wish lists and to be read list!" -- Kitten, Hotly Ever After

5 HEARTS: "Seduced By Three was an intricate look at the relationships between three take charge men and a woman who was as independent as they were. The love and sex shared between the four of them and between Grace and each man individually was scorching. Each scene had different nuances but all were hot. From vanilla sex to light bondage, each interaction was intense and exciting. Seduced By Three was interesting and the dynamics of what could happen if our world were disabled made me want to double check my supplies! I’m a survivalist at heart (true, my husband laughs at me) and I loved reading Seduced By Three, a novel from that perspective. You just never know and it is better to be prepared than not. In Seduced By Three, the four found out that no matter how you prepare, your heart will make you adjust." -- Beverly, Sizzling Hot Books

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When she heard Sarge opening the secret cubby door and coming down the stairs, Grace stood. “I’m leaving,” she said determinedly. Her hard stare dared him to argue with her decision.


She raised her eyebrows in disbelief, but stayed calm. “Really? You’re going to play it that way?” She paused, giving him a chance to answer, but he didn’t. “I’ve known you less than a day and you’re already grabbing me and rubbing your dick against me.”

“And if I promise not to rub my dick against you, you’ll stay?” he growled.

She ground her teeth together in an effort to keep her exasperation in check. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need to be here.” She faced him, confident in herself.

“No, I agree, you don’t.” He stepped closer to her. “But passing the time could be much more…fulfilling here with me.” The low rumble of his words sent a waft of alcohol-scented air in her direction.

“You’re drunk.”

“No, not yet. Would you like to join me?” He held his bottle of tequila in her direction. His coal-black eyes danced in anticipation of her response.

Damn, he was a dangerous threat to her resolve. The devilish glitter in his eyes when he raked them up and down her body started a cascade of physical reactions that washed over her. An awakening of her desire moved through her, warm and intimate. Her mouth watered even as she tried to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Her heart raced. Her nipples hardened, and she could see the slight movement of her tank top from the pounding beat of her heart. Nervous butterflies flitted around inside her torso. This man definitely had the potential to wear her down and weaken her willpower. The chemistry between them was undeniable. Grace knew he felt it too because he looked at her like she was already his.

“No, I’m not going to join you,” she said as she grabbed her duffel and walked toward the stairs.

Sarge stepped toward her and hooked her around the waist, stopping her progress. “I can’t let you do this. It’s too dangerous out there right now.” The heat from the gravelly words spoken right next to her ear sent a shiver down her spine. He knew exactly what his actions were doing to her and it pissed her off.

Grace regained her balance from the sudden stop and swung her arm, punching him on the side of his face.

Sarge laughed low in his throat. “Feisty. I like feisty.” Then he wrapped his arm around her waist, lifted her, and carried her like a laundry basket, wedging her against his hip.

Grace tried to get away from him, and for a moment, she thought she’d gotten loose, until he chuckled again and tightened his hold on her. He was toying with her.

“Now you’re getting me all worked up with that wiggling around,” he said, smiling.

“Put me down,” she seethed.

He did. He threw her on the bed, straddled her waist, and held her hands above her head. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

Grace gasped at the sensation of his weight on top of her. “Get off,” she said through clenched teeth, horrified by the pleasure she took from his body over hers. Moisture gathered from deep inside her, coating the walls of her vagina and ultimately seeping onto the material between her legs.

He leaned over her. His lips brushed her ear. “Are you going to stay put, Gracie?” The moist tip of his tongue trailed the outer shell of her ear. “Or do I have to tie you down?”




Luke approached her and knelt on the floor next to the bed. “You can stop this anytime, ladybug.” His whisper in her ear raised goose bumps on her arms and tightened her nipples. “‘Red.’ That’s all you have to say to make us stop.” He leaned in close, and the air from his hot breath teased her just as much as his words. “But if you say it, it will prove that you can’t handle what you say you want.”

Grace turned her head toward him. “Not likely.” Her eyes challenged the men as she met each one’s gaze one by one. A slow smile curved her lips. “Bring it.”

Sarge and Van descended on her at the same time, and she immediately felt the cool sensation of lubrication on her anus as large hands spread her cheeks apart. A finger breached the tiny hole, spreading more cool gel inside her.

Luke stayed near her head. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “How does that feel, ladybug? You like having a finger in your ass?” Luke’s voice lowered. “There will be more than just a finger going there by the time we’re done.”

Grace’s entire body prickled from his words as more wet heat rushed to her pussy.

“Just relax, Sarge is getting you ready for us.” Luke traced kisses up Grace’s arm and then latched on to the sensitive skin that joined her neck and shoulder. She released a groan as Luke rolled his tongue and sucked the skin there while Sarge began to insert something cool into her ass. Slowly, so slowly he invaded her, stretched her with it. Another involuntary groan escaped her lips.

“You like that plug in your ass, don’t you?” Luke’s throaty voice purred through her head. “You like the sting, the squeeze of your asshole around the base.” She felt the slight pop of relief from the stretching as the end of the plug narrowed, allowing it to stay tightly in place.

Unexpectedly, large hands gripped her ankles and flipped her over onto her back. Luke left the side of the bed that gave him easy access to her ear and settled himself across the head of the bed on the other side of her. He propped himself up with his forearm and raked her nude body with a hungry gaze. “Look at those cocks. I bet your mouth is watering to have one of them in your mouth.”

Grace’s breathing quickened as she peered over the hills of her breasts to look at Sarge and Van standing beyond them.

“Which cock do you want in your mouth? Choose now, or we’ll choose for you.” Sarge’s words were clipped, gruff. Both men stroked the solid lengths jutting out from their bodies. Their gazes seared her skin.

“Van.” Grace exhaled his name. She watched as he strolled next to the bed until he could position himself so that she could receive the rigid length of flesh into her mouth.

He stared down at her. “Open.” The command from him sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. Van was a gentle lover, the one who wouldn’t be able to handle her more extreme needs. Wasn’t he? She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him. The smooth softness of his cock entering her mouth prompted another groan.

“Take it,” Luke ordered into her ear as Van continued his forward progress to the back of her throat. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her head still as he started a slow, relaxed rhythm in and out of her eager mouth.

“You like that, ladybug? Do you like Van fucking your mouth?”

Grace closed her eyes. Luke’s erotic whispers in her ear turned her on…took her to a different reality. She was going to keep her eyes closed and let Luke’s dirty talk guide her through this overwhelming experience.

Hands placed Grace’s feet flat on the bed. Her legs were wide apart, exposing her seeping, needy pussy.

“He’s looking at that pretty pussy, trying to decide what to do first,” Luke murmured.

Grace’s pussy lips quivered with the knowledge that Sarge’s eyes were fixed there. She moaned against Van’s intruding cock.

“That fucking feels amazing, doesn’t it, Van? Her throat vibrating against your head?”

Van grunted, and then the sudden distraction of a tongue sweeping from the butt plug to her clit teased her.

“Mmm, I know you taste good. My cock’s rock hard just remembering what you taste like. He’s settling in between those sexy thighs of yours. He’s going to take his time eating your cunt, fucking you with his tongue.”

Luke was right. Sarge’s slow, torturing licks through the channel of moisture from her entrance to her clit made the silent statement that he was in no hurry. It was excruciating. The sheer eroticism of what they were doing had already primed her for climax. But Sarge’s meandering tongue pressing hot and wet into the entrance to her cunt and then lazily moving up to her clit would not take her there.

And he knew it.

Grace voiced her protest to Sarge’s teasing with an urgent sound that was quickly muffled by Van’s invading cock.

“So, ladybug, I guess I get what’s left,” Luke whispered. She felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to her and rolled a nipple between his fingers. “Do you like pain, Grace?”

She whimpered in response, barely able to hear Luke’s words. Van’s tempo had increased. His grip in her hair tightened while Sarge’s tongue centered its attention on Grace’s clit.

Luke sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and played with it, rolled his tongue over it, and then bit it.

There was so much—too much happening for her mind to register.

She had to let go. Had to enter that place in her head where there was only sensation. Grace’s body wound tighter and tighter, and her muscles stiffened as the overwhelming onslaught of their attention increased.

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