Taming Icarus (MFF)

The Spectrum 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,794
4 Ratings (4.3)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/F, light bondage, fisting, HEA]
In the alternative world of New Furor, there are the rubes and the Spectrum Wielders, gifted men and women capable of wielding great magic with jewels. Chris Skinner, Icarus, unfortunately belongs to a Spectrum class born and bred for service. She also belongs to an abusive Spectrum Wielder who would do anything to avenge her dead sister, even if it destroys Chris and herself in the process.
Chris’s owner leaves a reckless trail of vengeance, triggering a confrontation with two of the city’s powerful enforcers. Gus Terrel and Iris Donovan are unlike any Spectrum Wielders Chris has ever met. They only have one interest, and it's not taking Chris’s owner into custody. They want Chris badly, but Chris mistrusts their intentions. Why anyone would want second-hand property is beyond her.
Acquiring their third is harder than Gus and Iris ever imagined, but they would do whatever it takes to make Chris exclusively theirs…no matter the cost.
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Taming Icarus (MFF)
4 Ratings (4.3)

Taming Icarus (MFF)

The Spectrum 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,794
4 Ratings (4.3)
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Reading the description and expert was what made me want to by and read this book. I even saved it for last because I thought that it would be a great book.

In reading this story, you got a understand the main characters feelings and background. I was able to understand where she came from. But the two other main characters was so so. Yes, they were interested in Icarus. And you could read it but what I was disappointed in was that the story didn't get into their background. They were bother kicked out of their houses but was never told why. Or how they maintained to still be together all those years if they were at each others throats. I think by having that written into the story it would of been a great book. Thus only giving a 4 out of 5 stars.

One of the more entertaining books I have read up to now. Looking forward to more books by this Author.
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"Love, love, love! If you like fantasy mixed with incredibly hot M/F/F action, this is a must read. This book takes place in New Furor, a mystical place home to the magical Spectrum Wielders. Wielders are born of nobility and use jewels as power sources to weave intense magic. The highest class of Wielders, the Violets, are the most powerful and use the lower classes to aid them in their quest for more power. Chris Skinner, also known as Icarus, is of the rare Red class, a class that needs no jewels to wield magic. Being born into the Red class has condemned Chris to a life of servitude. At the beginning of the book, Chris is owned by a kind but firm Violet, Alexis Castiel; however, upon Alexis’s death, Chris is passed to Alexis’s cruel and abusive sister, Madeline. Madeline will do anything to avenger her sister’s death, even if it means placing herself and Chris in mortal danger through her reckless actions. Madeline’s reckless actions ultimately lead to a potentially deadly showdown with two of New Furor’s most powerful enforcers, Gus Terrel and Iris Donovan. Even with Chris’s raw Red power, Madeline is no match for Gus and Iris. When she flees the battle, Chris is left in the custody of the couple that wants her so badly. Chris, emotionally beaten down by years of abuse, cannot fathom why such an incredible couple would ever want her as their third. However, as she learns to trust the couple, Chris soon finds the closeness and intimacy she longs for in the arms of Gus and Iris. This is where the book starts to get incredibly hot. The sex scenes between Chris, Gus and Iris are perfectly mixed between sensual and rough. Each encounter they have is better than the last, and the author is so descriptive, it almost felt as if I was there looking in on all three of them. After defeating Madeline in battle and forcing her out of the city, the couple finally wins Chris’s trust and convinces her to move in with them. In the end, the trio find their happy ever orgasm filled after. My only complaint is the book ended too soon; I would have loved to continue to read about more of the trio’s adventures outside, and especially inside, of the bedroom. Additionally, a glossary of terms prior to the prologue would be helpful in better understanding the Wielders and rubes. Overall Impression: I loved it!" -- Candace, The Blogger Girls

4 STARS: "This book started off quite sad.. To be a slave of any type is just gut wrenching. The book introduces you to Chris (Icarus ) she has bee a slave most of her life due to her heritage age of red, the she gets a new owner new prison.Then Chris meets Gus and iris they aren’t like Normal collectors that just want to harm her. They want her for more personal reason. This book was emotional, heartache, full of suspense. And delivered hot sizzling sex. Pit was amazing the chemistry between three you could tell they were all meant together. This book was more fantasy then I was use to but was a excellent story that allowed someone that never felt love find love of two! Chris’s character was strong and such a beautiful person you could feel the pain she has been through in the past then Being with Gus & Iris made her world complete which made this book even better I love Happily Ever afters :)" -- Heather, Sexyways of Reading

"This book, although the title alludes to a mythological entity, is a fairly intense science fiction tale mixed with some harsh racial and class prejudices as well as violence. Balance that with a rather hot m/f/f combo and things get spicy, interesting, and intriguing. The powers wielded are considerable, but the mature qualities of most of the characters involved are curiously superficial. At the drop of a hat, a high-powered brawl can explode in an abandoned warehouse twice with life and death in the balance. Humans on this curious planet seem well-nigh primitive on the social and ethical planes. However, given there are some really explosive action and particularly amazing high-powered displays from the gifted upper class, I do recommend it. Stunningly ballistic! Chris Skinner, who nicknamed herself Icarus, is definitely one of the more unusual species on the planet of New Furor. Technically, she is born and bred to serve and protect. Her extraordinary abilities are internal in contrast to the powerful other beings whose energies are drawn from gems. In essence, she is part of the rare Red Class. Chris has not had it easy every since she was bound to her first owner. Her kind is prized for their astounding fighting skills and when necessarily bound to their owner, will serve and die for them if called upon. Rare indeed! Iris Donovan is a beautifully skilled and powerful Spectrum Wielder of the highest order. By that I mean she belongs to the class of Violet Wielders. Descending in class are Sapphire, Emerald, Topaz, Carnelian, with rubes (common people) filling the bottom rung of the population. In addition to being a part of the top class, she has refined and mastered associated skills that place her heads and shoulder above other Violet Wielders. She and her partner have been persistently attempting to acquire Chris. Astounding! Gus Terrel is Iris's partner and also a Violet Wielder. They know they need Chris to not only complement them, but to be the perfect component to complete them. Their desire is not only primal, but essential to maintaining and sustaining their love for each other while creating a unique loving triumvirate with Chris. They seem advanced beyond belief and when Chris is suspicious of them, I can certainly feel and see why. What is never in question is Gus and Iris's total devotion and love for each other. Well, that is certainly a great place to start. Startling! Chris, Iris, and Gus are all in their twenties, but on occasion, it seems they are much older and wiser, making them truly sexy and desirable. There are a few weaknesses in the world building within this story, but the core focus and primary characters are just marvelous. If a wonderfully imaginative science fiction setting, with human-like inhabitants having amazing skills and some blown out of proportion personalities tickles your interest, then this will be a winner for you. I recommend it and I hope to read more about New Furor. Remarkable!" -- jj, Rainbow Book Reviews

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Chris checked her watch again. Sighing, she looked gloomily out of the windows of the café. It wasn’t time yet, although her coffee had turned cold and the half-eaten tuna sandwich on her plate had become stale. She let out a huff of impatience.

Damn Madeline for making me wait and for leaving me alone to negotiate with the Enforcers sent by The Collective, New Furor’s special police force.

Chris wasn’t much of a talker. As Alexa once said, all she was ever good for was using her fists and being a human shield. But Madeline was not Alexa and would never be Alexa.

For a start, Alexa wouldn’t resort to something as stupid and suicidal as landing a few Enforcers in the hospital. They were only a couple of Emeralds and Sapphires—nothing a Violet Wielder and her Familiar couldn’t handle—but it was only a matter of time before powerful Enforcers would put them down.

Chris looked at her watch. That was it. She had enough of waiting. She stretched her long legs before rising. One of the servers gave her a pointed and withering look. It was the same one that asked her if she was ordering anything else. That was about a good few hours ago.

The glare was actually refreshing because Chris was used to being gawked and stared at all her life. There was nothing remotely remarkable about her. She was lean, dark haired, and dark skinned, but no one usually gave her a second look if not for the telltale marks of her class. Usually she’d cover them under her clothes, but it was the middle of summer, and the heat levels in New Furor became intolerable this time of the year.

In her haste, Chris brushed shoulders with someone else on her way out. She saw the paper cup fly, the brown liquid sloshing in the air. Cursing, she fumbled for the cup before it could do more damage. A few droplets of hot liquid stung her hand, but she caught it just in time before the cup tilted over its owner.

“Sorry,” Chris mumbled, holding out the cup.

“That was a pretty impressive balancing act if I say so myself. Right, Gus?” The speaker did not sound the least bit angry, although Chris was sure some of the coffee had spilled on her, too.

Chris finally studied the speaker. She was shorter by a few inches than Chris. She looked like she was in her early twenties and was dressed in a bright floral-printed summer dress—at least Chris thought it was bright. Reds weren’t particularly good with colors. Chris always had the terrible habit of wearing mismatched socks.

One thing was certain though. The woman was strikingly beautiful. She had the kind of face that made you want to turn your head and look at it again.

“What are you leering at, Familiar?” The frosty tone came from the man standing beside the woman. His arms were crossed, the muscles in them bunching and shifting.

He was slightly taller than Chris and while he was paddled with muscles, intelligence stared back coldly at her from a face made of sharp angles. There was a certain air about him too, which told Chris he was no rube or someone to be trifled with.

“I wasn’t leering—” Chris injected, stopping short when she recalled his words.

This man called her Familiar. He knew what she was. Not many rubes did, and not even some Wielders that belonged to the lower and weaker end of the Spectrum, like the Carnelians or Topazes.

Before her instincts to run or fight kicked in, the woman accepted the cup she was holding out. The mere brush of her fingertips ignited a sudden spark, like a small ball of electricity. It didn’t stop there. It coursed past her fingers and sent a delicious tingle up her arm.

Chris breathed deeply. Violet Wielder. Why wasn’t she able to feel it before? Her eyes darted to the rest of the woman. She may not be able to see most colors, but she could usually sense the strength of a Spectrum Wielder. The trinket carrying her amethyst stones must be somewhere. Perhaps on the chain hidden in her dress?

“If you’re thinking of a public confrontation, I’d advise against it. Unless you like the taste of the concrete so much.” The man’s voice was deceptively calm, his eyes unmovable as iron.

Anger rose inside of her, comforting and familiar. Chris held his pale eyes. She was practised in the art of dealing with other predators and looking away was as good as admitting defeat. Gods of New Furor, she hated the lofty look that had settled in his eyes.

Was this man really that confident he could take her?

Shoving aside her rising anger so she could think more clearly, Chris realized with a pang that the answer was yes. Chris was dreaming if she thought she stood a chance against these two. Even with Madeline at her back, they’d have trouble with this pair.

“We’re not here to fight. I’m Iris Donovan. This is my partner, Gus Terrel. We’re High Enforcers for The Collective.” The woman smiled and held out a hand, the bangles on them making a soft clink at the movement.

Chris initially dismissed them as plain silver bangles, then saw the dozens of unobtrusive small amethyst stones worked into them.

If she drew on all those power reserves, she could kill me with one decisive blow.

The thought was a terribly uncomfortable one, but Chris was reluctant to shake her hand. In fact she was hesitant to touch any part of Iris Donovan. While every inch of her handsome partner screamed predator, Chris was certain—although she didn’t know how—that Iris was the real threat.

“Perhaps its best we continue this elsewhere,” Gus said, his voice smooth as silk. The aggression he’d displayed earlier was melting and folding over, leaving the creases on his face smooth once again.

Chris could imagine that voice making other women shiver. Lesser women.




“Iris—” Chris began.

“You don’t need to speak,” Iris told her. The chilling authority in her voice quieted Chris. She spoke again before words could form on Chris’s lips. “Your shirt is in the way. It has to go.”

Iris gripped the hem of her shirt and violently yanked it up. From the warehouse incident, Chris knew that a frightening aspect of Iris’s personality lurked under her usual smiling and teasing persona, but it was still a sight to see. Something inside her throat tightened. There was just something alluring about the fire and lack of mercy in the other woman’s eyes. Gods of Furor, she was becoming wet just thinking about it.

Mouth dry, Chris let Iris tear the shirt off her.

“Isn’t that much better?” Iris did not wait for her answer.

She grabbed Chris’s shoulders and shoved Chris against the door again. There was a slight ache when her back hit the wood, but before Chris could ponder why the pain thrilled her a little, Iris resumed what she was doing.

Without the annoying obstruction of fabric, her body was even more aware of Iris’s confident and roaming hands. Hands that were usually so gentle had become firm and heavy, hell-bent on exploring every inch of her. Iris’s own powerful, domineering violet energy mingled with every press, imprinting itself on Chris and making her skin tingle as every inch of her roused. Mine, Iris’s hands seemed to whisper. Mine.

Chris shuddered. She could voice no resistance. Every part of her agreed with those hands.

It was a slow and terrible tease, and it was becoming very hard for Chris to concentrate, especially with Iris looking at her intently and watching her every reaction.

“I want you to look at something, Chris,” Iris spoke, but Chris could barely follow her words.

She was still dazed from the kiss and from her tormented body. What she wanted was for the other woman to continue. To fondle her breasts, maybe slip in between her legs. Hell, her underwear was soaked by now.

Iris looked amused. Her hand grasped Chris’s hair and directed Chris’s attention to another direction. Gus now stood in front of them. Chris helplessly looked up his still slick body at the hard muscles of his chest.

Her eyes then widened. She didn’t realize he had a tattoo of his own. The intricate scales of a serpent curled over his left shoulder and coiled around his waist. Around it bloomed delicate, small flowers. The flowers reminded Chris of the storm of violet petals of Iris’s assault spell. Were the flowers a reminder of his partner?

But it was not his chest that Iris was pointing at. It was his hard and fully erect cock. The towel that covered his waist was nowhere in sight.

When he saw Chris looking at it, he smiled. “You want this in you, Familiar?” he asked bluntly.

To tell the truth, Chris didn’t really have many positive sexual experiences. Sex was an add-on, a quick distraction whenever her previous owners were bored. It never used to mean anything. Until now.

She wondered if it was her own desire that made her nod in agreement, or if it was also amplified by Iris’s desire as well. The three of them were inextricably bound now, bound in an indescribable and profound way than she had never had with her other keepers, and it was about time Chris stopped running.

“He’d like it if you begged him for it,” Iris informed her. She was still pressed against Chris. Her small and clever tongue licked the folds of Chris’s ear, while her hand found her nipple ring. A sharp and sudden tug made Chris grasp.

“Please,” Chris managed, groaning when Iris pushed one knee between her legs.

“Good. Because I want to fuck that mouth of yours,” Gus said. His pale eyes never left Chris even when Iris withdrew from her and he helped his partner up.

Chris watched them, unconsciously aware that she had risen on her knees. Impatient, Gus grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her forward. She was strangely impatient herself too, and opened her mouth to take him. When the head of his cock went in, her gag reflex rose, but she kept it down.

Chris was pleased when Gus let out an appreciative rumble above her. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Gus used her hair as a handle, guiding her as she continued to suck and occasionally lick at the splendid and meaty length of him.

“That’s rather impressive,” Iris remarked by Gus’s shoulder. Chris was briefly distracted by her remark, but Iris only returned her look with a fond smile before turning to kiss Gus.

The sight of the two of them only made Chris eager to please Gus. Her red energy brushed against their emotions, initially overcome by the intensity of the desire there, but eventually getting used to it. Her own energy didn’t feel like an outsider looking in. It easily melded into theirs like it always belonged there.

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