The Journal Keeper (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 84,658
5 Ratings (3.8)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Kidnapped by a pair of crazy men claiming to be her mates, Rianne Winthrop agrees to travel with them back to their homeland. At least until she can call the local psych ward to come pick them up. When she realizes they’ve also stolen the book that was to be her big break, she knows she can’t leave until she finishes the translation. Only then will the literary community truly accept her.

At the urging of Merlin’s sister, Nikolas Krystoph and Dorin Ferghas travel to the human realm to retake the wizard’s journal and end up finding their mate. Though she believes them to be insane, the only insanity they suffer from is Rianne’s constant rejection. Even as they take her back to their homeland, Rianne resists making any commitment. But when one of their own begins to threaten her life, they will stop at nothing to keep her, and the journal, safe.

A Siren Erotic Romance

The Journal Keeper (MFM)
5 Ratings (3.8)

The Journal Keeper (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 84,658
5 Ratings (3.8)
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Her entire body protested as she rolled over, away from the harsh light streaming through her bedroom window. Three days really was too long to go without sleep. She would have to pace herself as she worked through the new text to make sure she didn’t lose three days’ worth of sleep again. It wasn’t worth it when her body ended up hating her in the end.

The unmistakable sound of voices woke her up fully and she rolled back over, glaring at the wall separating her from the neighboring apartment. Clearly, Daniel, her next-door neighbor, required a hearing aid if he needed his TV turned up that loud.

“Good. You are awake.”

Rianne bolted up in bed, finding herself staring into a pair of the palest blue eyes she’d ever seen. Before she could open her mouth to scream, a hand clamped over her lips.

“Do not fear us, little one,” a husky voice urged from behind her.

Struggling to breathe, she fought down the terror working its way through her veins. Two men had broken into her apartment and were in her bedroom. What had they done to her? Why were they here?

“Gods, you’re trembling worse than a newborn foal. Easy, danalya,” the man behind her murmured.

Rianne was surprised to find that while her mind was thinking of all the ways these men might be plotting to rape and kill her, her body had no trouble responding to the soothing voice urging her to relax. She was grateful when the hand was removed from her mouth, licking her lips in an attempt to moisten them.

“Who…who are you?” Rianne asked, finding her throat surprisingly dry.

“My name is Nikolas, and the man holding you is Dorin,” the man in front of her answered.

“What do you want with me? I don’t have any cash, but…some of my jewelry is valuable and you can take anything else you want. Just, please, don’t hurt me,” Rianne found herself pleading, terrified of what these men might do.

“We have no desire for your…cash or your jewelry. We came here for you.” Nikolas frowned.

“No, please. I’ll give you whatever you want. Please, don’t rape me,” Rianne begged tearfully, struggling against Dorin’s hold.

Nikolas made a rumbling noise before vaulting from his position at the end of the bed. In a flash, he was hovering over the top of her, pinning her arms to the mattress. His white-blond hair fell around her face like a curtain, trapping her within his blue gaze.

“Rape. What a disgusting word. I assure you, capora, it will never happen between us. You will come to crave our touch just as we crave yours,” Nikolas growled dangerously.

“No, please. If you leave now, I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Rianne nearly sobbed.

“You’re scaring her,” Dorin insisted angrily from beside them.

“Am I, capora? Are you frightened of me?” Nikolas asked, as if the thought amused him.

“I…I don’t know,” Rianne admitted truthfully.

While her mind was screaming all the reasons she should be afraid, her body didn’t seem to want to listen. Her skin prickled at every place they touched, sending lightning through her veins. Despite the fact that he was so strong and could likely break her in two with his pinky finger, she felt safe in his arms.

“No,” Rianne finally whispered.

“That’s because your body recognizes mine as its mate, just as it recognized Dorin. Your body knows it has nothing to fear from us.”

“What do you want from me?”

“You will return to Laurasia with us and we will form the mating bond,” Nikolas answered, running his nose along her cheek.

“Laurasia? As in one of the continents after Pangea?” Rianne asked, her voice cracking in her shock.

“Yes. Though the continents broke up millions of years ago,” Nikolas answered.

Rianne felt her panic begin to spike again. These two thought they were from the past, nearly two hundred million years in the past. Maybe they had escaped from a mental institution. It was a possibility. She could simply go along with their delusion until she managed to call the local hospital to have them returned to the psych ward. Yes, that’s exactly what she would do.

“Okay. Sure, I’ll go with you.” Rianne hoped she sounded convincing enough, but she didn’t hold out much hope for herself either way.

Nikolas frowned down at her as if trying to decide if she was being truthful. She fought against shrinking underneath his intense gaze. Seeming to come to a decision, he nodded once before moving off her.

“We’ll replace your clothing once we arrive. Your current selections are unfit for the position you will hold in Laurasia,” Nikolas informed her.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Rianne frowned.

“Women do not wear trousers.” Nikolas glared pointedly at her rack of jeans.

Great. She was being kidnapped by a Neanderthal.




She felt Nikolas unlacing the back of her gown, causing the material to slip down and pool at her waist, quickly followed by her shift being thrown across the room. He moved closer until his chest pressed against her back, his hands moving around her torso to cup her breasts for Dorin’s lips. Dorin surrendered the nipple he was working to move to the other, his tongue licking the sensitive bud until Rianne was practically sobbing. Everything within her ached, and she needed them to ease it, to bring her to that explosive climax she’d come to crave with every fiber of her being.

“Easy, danalya. We have all night,” Dorin hushed her, rising to give her a chaste kiss.

She wanted to hit him, hit them both, for teasing her. Her entire body felt as though it was on fire from their touch. At any moment she felt as though she was going to combust from the pressure building between her legs. In an effort to ease the ache, Rianne began moving against Dorin’s leg. His hands fisted in the folds of her skirt, his knees pressing right against her pussy.

“I think we’ll have to ease her down,” Dorin murmured to Nikolas.

“Obviously.” Nikolas chuckled roughly, sounding as though he were in pain.

“Hold her,” Dorin said as he knelt before her.

Nikolas’s arms tightened around her when she tried to follow Dorin to the floor, and she gave a whimper of distress until Nikolas’s fingers pinched her nipples. Her head fell back against Nikolas’s shoulder with a startled gasp, her hands moving to grip Nikolas’s larger ones as he tormented her sensitive breasts.

“Look,” Nikolas rumbled in her ear, shifting his shoulder until her head fell forward.

She looked down to see Dorin kneeling in front of her, his hands pulling down her skirt until she was completely bare between them. Dorin flashed her a sexy smile as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Confused, but still excited about what he planned on doing, Rianne watched as he moved until he was directly in front of her pussy. Rianne gasped as he licked at her trembling thighs, cleaning the juices that had escaped. When his lips settled over her clit and he gently sucked, she screamed, turning her face into Nikolas’s neck as her entire body clenched through her orgasm. Dorin groaned and began licking between her labia, his tongue slipping inside her still-pulsing opening until she was nothing but a trembling mass of nerves.

“Stop. Please,” Rianne panted, her nails digging into Nikolas’s hands as Dorin continued to slowly lick her lower lips.

Dorin looked up at her, his face glistening with the juices from her climax, and gently lowered her leg back to the floor. He remained kneeling in front of her, his hands holding her hips as he kissed the soft skin of her pelvis. Nikolas settled his palms over her breasts, simply holding her against him as she came down from the high Dorin had just sent her on. Rianne reached down with one hand to run her fingers through Dorin’s hair, feeling him sigh against her skin.

Once Rianne had been allowed to catch her breath, Nikolas bent down and lifted her into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she settled her head against his shoulder as he took her to the bed and laid her down. She blinked up at him as Dorin came to stand beside him, the two of them dark shadows in the flickering light of the fire.

Dorin moved to join her on the bed as Nikolas began stripping out of his shirt. One of Dorin’s hands traveled from her hip, over her stomach, across her breasts, to slip around her neck. He lifted her from the bed, his mouth slanted across hers as he ran his other hand up and down her torso, his fingers tickling across her ribs. The feel of his tunic and trousers against her bare skin proved to be highly erotic. Rianne spread her legs to feel Dorin’s cloth-covered thigh against her bare pussy.

The bed dipped on the other side, and Rianne felt Nikolas move in behind her, his bare skin hot against her own. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back and away from Dorin, giving him the chance to stand and undress. Nikolas began nipping at her neck as she watched Dorin undress, his eyes never leaving the bed. She found it impossible to look away as he shucked his trousers, her eyes fastening on the extended length of his cock. He wasn’t as thick as Nikolas’s impressive size, but his was about half an inch longer. Completely wrapped up in Dorin, she failed to notice Nikolas’s hand drifting down until he slipped it between her legs, his fingers parting her labia and toying with her clit.


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