Three's Never a Crowd (MMF)

The Corsakis Hotel 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 27,228
4 Ratings (4.3)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]
When Evan Westchester starts to see his partner Harden Grainger in a different light, their lover Bella Drake is caught in the middle. Certain the relationship that has been her keystone is about to disintegrate, she’s helpless because her men have left her completely in the dark as to why things have started to go so wrong.
But she isn’t the only one to notice the change in Evan. Harden decides a dirty vacation away is what they need to reconnect.
Upon learning that Evan and Harden are sexually attracted to one another, what’s a girl to do but sit back and enjoy the show? Only, Evan isn’t playing nice. His ingrained beliefs about homosexuality are putting their loved-up relationship in jeopardy.
Under the heat of the Cypriot sun, can Harden and Bella teach Evan that it’s okay to love another man? Or is a ménage made in relationship-heaven doomed to failure because of outdated thinking?
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Three's Never a Crowd (MMF)
4 Ratings (4.3)

Three's Never a Crowd (MMF)

The Corsakis Hotel 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 27,228
4 Ratings (4.3)
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Good book. Very HOT! The story starts off with the trio having been in a ménage relationship for the past 4 yrs. Despite that, I was still able to get a good feel for each characters' personalities. I felt for Evan especially, as he struggle with his career, sexuality, and expectations of his family. I do wish we had seen how the trio initially met and their ensuing relationship before now. Perhaps a prequel for this book? I really liked the characters and felt like we only got a brief glimps into their lives.
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5 STARS: "I love me a good MMF read, and THREE'S NEVER A CROWD kicks off a deliciously wicked series that is sure to repeatedly move to the top of my "re-read" pile. Bella Drake doesn't want to believe that the trip to Cyprus is nothing but a last ditch effort to save her relationship of 5 years with her lovers Evan Westchester and Harden Grainger, but her men have been acting so strange lately. At the Corsakis Hotel, the triad is attempting to reconnect, but the sudden and new attraction that the men are experiencing toward each other is freaking Evan out. Bella has a plan to help Evan get over his squeamishness, and with Harden's help they might be able to make their relationship even better! But there's so many changes happening in their lives that the three of them will be lucky to make it through without breaking up or winding up with a strong sense of discontent and resentment. THREE'S NEVER A CROWD is the first book in the forthcoming The Corsakis Hotel Series by the talented Ms. Akeroyd, featuring a hotel in Cyprus that caters to non-traditional relationships like triads and foursomes. I'd love to be a people watcher at this swanky and sexy hotel and can't wait for more in this series! For such a short book, Ms. Akeroyd packed an emotional punch, as Bella worried about her relationship with the guys, Evan worried about his sexuality and Harden tried to be the voice of reason. I can understand the place that Bella was coming from, not knowing where her relationship was going even after 5 years together, especially when both of her boyfriends are celebrities (and they aren't out publicly as a triad). I loved the conflict that Evan felt about sex with Harden. That was the heart of the story, and how they dealt with it was both interesting and heartwarming and incredibly erotic. This was a short novella, but it packed a super-hot punch, from the MF fisting fun and DVP sex to the guy-on-guy-on-Bella action once Evan got his head out of his ass. The little touches and kisses kept it sweet and romantic too. My only beef is that the editing needs some work…it's not atrocious but there's enough there that it's noticeable. Bottom Line: Great book, sexy and sweet and oh so freakin yummy! I only wish there was more Bella, Evan and Harden to enjoy!!" — Delta, The Romance Reviews

4 STARS: "THREE'S NEVER A CROWD is an exploration of what happens when the romantic and sexual dynamics of a ménage relationship shift. Evan, Harden, and Bella have been in a successful ménage relationship for some time. Until now. The three are going away on a romantic vacation and Bella is worried the trip is their last ditch effort to save a struggling relationship. Recently Bella has noticed some tension in the relationship; Evan is traveling more and the three of them have stopped sleeping together all at once. When it finally comes to light that Evan and Harden's feelings for each other have shifted and that is what is causing this new tension, Bella is willing to do whatever it takes, even sneaky, sexual things, to keep her relationship intact. The exploration of anti-homosexual beliefs in a person involved in a ménage relationship is so unique. At first I doubted that the author could make the plot believable and powerful; I doubt her no more. It was made clear that even in a ménage relationship, there can be clearly defined roles that each person has in the bedroom; it is not just a three person free-for-all. Evan is in love with Bella and Harden is his best friend so he is able to view their relationship as simply he and his best friend sharing a woman; not that the three of them are necessarily in a relationship together. Evan's beliefs are rigid as they have been drilled into him his whole life. It is acceptable to share a bed with another man as long as there is a woman between them. The problem develops when that woman isn't between them and Evan enjoys it. The best part of the story for me was the compassion shown by the characters. Bella and Harden do not dismiss or belittle Evan's concerns but rather recognize them as hard wired beliefs. They know that if they can't change the scope of Evan's belief system, their relationship is going to fail, and they are not going to let that happen without a fight. The characters show a wide range of emotion--from fear to love to playfulness to anger--that are all well-written and jump off the page. I enjoyed this story and will definitely seek out more from this author." -- Lynn, The Romance Reviews

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It felt as though years had passed since they’d had the chance to just be. No commitments outside of the one they’d made to each other, nothing to do and nowhere to be, just a free four weeks in which they could take a step back and reevaluate their lives.

And if they wanted to do that anywhere, then this was the perfect place. The Corsakis was unashamedly for the unorthodox members of society. Or, she amended cynically, the rich clientele with unusual lifestyles.

Harden had heard about it from a friend who’d visited the place himself. Apparently, The Corsakis was a notorious vacation spot for triads. Or even those who lived in ménage a quatres...hence the seating areas. All for three to four people, never just the two. Harden’s friend had told him that extended to every part of the hotel. So, the beds were double the regular size, in the dining rooms, the tables were always set for a minimum of three, and small enclosures were dotted around the various pools for impromptu bouts of sex.

This was definitely an “Adult Only” kind of hotel.

Talk about the best sort.

It would be rather liberating not to have to hide who and what they were to each other. That is if they managed to survive the trip!

Huffing at the thought, she finally located their passports and travel documentation. It was unusual handling this herself. After five years of living with her guys, she was pretty accustomed to all of this being dealt with by one of their PAs. But this vacation was about privacy, and getting back to the heart of their relationship. No business allowed, no PAs or other members of staff permitted on board.

Handing over what seemed like a book instead of a reservation docket, she nodded when the receptionist replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Drake. I’ll just attend to your booking.”

The woman’s smiling face turned pink a second later, and after five years of seeing such a reaction, Bella knew Harden and Evan had appeared behind her. The woman’s wide-eyed appraisal irritated her, but she was too goddamn tired to react, even though the receptionist’s study went on for an indecent length of time.

Only when she cleared her throat did the woman realize she’d been gawking, and she bowed her head over the computer a second later.

Brows raised, Bella turned back to face her men. “Even jet-lagged you get that reaction. It’s not fair.”

Evan’s lips twitched. “It’s not like we can help it, honey.”

She rolled her eyes, refusing to be charmed as she always was by his cut-glass British accent. “I’m sure you can. There must be something you can do,” she retorted, prodding a chuckle out of Harden.

“Would you like us to start wearing burkhas?”

She grinned. “It would keep you safe from prying eyes, that’s for damned sure. But I'm not sure if it would make either of you modest!”

“Why, honey, I do like you jealous,” Evan murmured, sliding a hand around her waist and dragging her against his side. “If my cock wasn’t even more exhausted than I am, I’d show you just how much I like it when you turn green on us.”

“Good job your cock isn’t up to anything, because my pussy has a ‘No Entry’ sign hanging up,” she retorted, ignoring his comment about her jealousy. She wasn’t jealous, she was territorial. She hated how other women drooled over what was essentially hers.

Harden snorted. “And what if I’m all fired up?”

“There’s always your fist and a shower,” she told him sweetly. “Although, if that’s the case, I’ll grab some matchsticks, prop my eyelids open, and watch the show. I do love it when you’re all wet and soapy.”

A growl rumbled through his chest as she flashed him a teasing glance. “Minx.”

She winked, then turned back to face the now-startled receptionist, who had quite definitely been eavesdropping. Bella sighed impatiently. “Is everything okay?”

“Why, yes, Mrs. Drake. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If you’d like to follow me, I can guide you to the Olympian Suite.”

The woman, name-tagged Catarina, trundled out from behind the desk, and with a smile, strode on ahead, inviting them to follow her.




Deciding to ask Harden later about Evan’s strange study of him, she moved away from the wrought iron and glass table she’d been sitting on for the last hour, before either man had awoken, and did as she’d wanted...wrapped her arms around Harden’s toned belly.

When her arms slipped around his hot, silken flesh, she groaned a little, letting her fingers knead the thick muscles found there.

“At times, I wonder if you remember I’m not Sax.”

She snorted. Sax was their dog. “If you’re complaining about being petted...”

Before she could continue, Harden tutted. “Not complaining, just making a statement. Although, if petting is what you’re doing, I have body parts clamoring for your attention.”

She tilted her head to stare up at him with a grin, seeing the faint lines crinkling at his eyes as he looked down at her, a mischievously cocked brow aimed her way.

“Clamoring, eh?” Bella asked, tone serious. “I’ve obviously been lax in my duty.” Her hand slipped down over the taut line of his stomach, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, and grasped his cock. She squeezed, hard, enough to make him groan and his shoulders to hunch a little more. The faint look of relief on his face had her sighing.

It wasn’t her fault they’d not had sex in close to a month!

She let her hand shape his shaft, an act she’d done often and never grew tired of. The tip of his dick was flatteringly wet, his pre-cum soaking her fingers as she began to tug back and forth until her hand made a clapping noise with the speed of her motion.

As a long, low groan spilled through the air, she was suddenly pushed back. Before she could complain, hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down to the ground. She knelt, willingly, staring up at him, eyes watering at the glare of the sun in the blindingly blue sky.

“Suck it,” he gritted out, voice so guttural it hit her low—right in the pussy.

She grabbed a hold of his shaft, pulling his boxers down to his knees, and slipped her mouth over the tip. Salty, musky...Harden. She wet his long dick with her tongue, prodding the tiny hole, slurping him up, every luscious, sloppy inch. Bobbing her head back and forth, she took as much of him as she could, letting her spittle slip from between her lips to drip down over to his balls. She pulled free, then lowered her head further down. Taking a globe between her lips, she sucked harder, prodding the taut skin with her tongue.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” she asked, panting as she released his balls, and slipped back up to his cock.

“Where can I come?” he retorted, blue eyes brighter than the azure sky overhead.

She made a slurping noise as she pulled his shaft from her mouth. “Anywhere,” she promised, knowing how that would turn him on. After nearly six years together, she knew his kinks.

His groan hit her clit, making her toes curl with the pleasure of it.

“Your face,” he growled out, part plea, part command

She smiled up at him, having known instinctively what his choice would be. Bella knew how to strike a bargain, even if Harden didn’t know a deal was being struck.

Slowly retracting her mouth from his cock, she looked up at him, and watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and began to jack off. Fast, hard, and rough, his hips rocked as he began to growl out his pleasure. She braced herself for the fast spurt of his seed, and forced herself to stillness when it pelted her cheeks, mouth, nose, and brow.

He milked his cock as he snarled, long and low, ensuring every droplet was free from his balls and messily decorating her face.

His panting breaths were loud in the silence of the balcony, and he stared down at her, eyes glittering with a ferocity that was hard-wired to her pussy. She didn’t have to question what a gladiator at the Coliseum would have looked like post-victory, Bella knew from Harden’s masculine satisfaction. He’d conquered her. Many a time.

His hand snapped out, fingers trailing through the mess he’d made. Swirling some of the seed into her skin, rubbing it into the patch of flesh beneath her nose. He dipped the digits into his mouth, expecting her to lick them clean, and she obeyed. With each lapping lick of his fingers, her cunt clenched down, needing to be filled.

Almost as though Evan had heard her pussy’s silent plea, she felt his heat at her back, then his fingers slid along the contours of her. She was embarrassingly wet, because while coming on her face was Harden’s kink, it turned her on something fierce too. His hand slid back and forth, until the squelching noises overtook the quiet terrace. She felt three fingers rim her cunt, felt the back of his hand run between the lips, and before she could do more than screech, the digits were back, four of them this time, but they kept on coming, on and on until she was filled with Evan’s fist.

She panted at the tight fit, letting her head drift down to rest against Harden’s upper thigh, his cock bobbing against her cheek. Bella cried out when Evan began to move, gently as he always did when he fisted her, cautiously. And that very caution drove her wild. It was the precursor to so much more, and she couldn’t wait. Her body was literally throbbing with the need for both men.

Evan’s other hand toyed with her clit, pinching and playing, nipping between the tips before outright rubbing. Her hips slammed up and down in reaction to his thrusts, and she cried out each and every time he slid slickened fingers around the nubbin of her pleasure.

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