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Title: Four Real
Author: Alyssa Turner
Word Count: 48,500
Pages: 158
Genre: MFMM Ménage and More
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: 12/5/16
ASIN: B01MRGI22M
BLURB
Her love was greedy. Their love was infinite.
Lead singer of the start-up band Four Real, Tricia Donahue left her hometown with one question. How can you love three men at once? She’s convinced herself that it can’t be done—not without living up to her family’s infamous reputation. Now, years later, lead guitarist Michael Hill is touring with world famous TRE, far removed from the small town band he once called his family. Home will never be the same until he makes things right. Keyboarder, Pete Morello and drummer, Marty Pierce were always close, but when the one girl they ever loved disappeared from their life, their casual threesomes and life’s hard knocks revealed the feelings they share for each other. Reunion time for four best friends with unfinished business means they will finally face the music. Fantasy…meet reality.
Short Burb:
Her love is greedy. Their love is infinite. MFMM - Ménage and More
Take the fame, the fortune, the girls beating down his door…he just wants the woman he loves back in his life, and he doesn’t mind sharing with his two best friends.
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X-RATED EXCERPT
He carried her into the small kitchen, where a big pot of water gurgled and steamed. Tricia was placed onto the counter, in the corner where two walls of cabinets met. Her bound ankles dangled for only seconds before Hill slung the bunched denim over his head, to rest on the back of his neck. His mouth was on her then, lapping at the already drenched lace. He laid his tongue flat against her clit, leveraging the texture of the fabric against her overly sensitive nub. He sucked on the scrap of fabric and then worked his tongue around the side for a swipe of tender flesh. The contrast of his silky tongue was mind-ravaging. Tricia moaned and Hill didn’t stop for even a moment to look at her. Next, two fingers were inside of her, her cunt taking lavish slurps from them.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” Hill whispered, and stood to crush his mouth against hers again.
Tricia couldn’t remember the last time she had wanted something so badly. Yet something forbidden and selfish quaked at the back of her mind. The setting was familiar and so were the feelings. The entire time they’d been together Tricia had put the brakes on when things got too hot, and it wasn’t to preserve her virtue. The images saturated her mind; the need was far too potent to ignore. As turned on as Hill got her, there was a part of her that called out for his two friends, and in truth they were the other loves of her life. Before all the kissing and their initial forays into oral sex, it had been easy to fit in the middle of Hill, Pete and Marty. Flirtations were tossed back and forth with each of them at a breakneck rate. Casual touches disguised more needful intentions. But when Hill had the green light on her pleasure, she drowned in the guilt of wishing Pete and Marty were close and ready to have their piece of her too. So before Hill could get a condom on, she’d end it, telling him to stop. How could she deserve his pleasure, when she knew it wouldn’t be enough?
No, things hadn’t changed much at all, because her cunt ached for him and yet her heart knew that it wasn’t just for him alone. “Hill…,” she spoke against his lips.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I can’t do this.” She reached between her legs and stilled his hand, pushing him away with the other.
Hill had to duck back under her legs, as they were still locked around him by her jeans. The moment he was free from her she hopped off the counter and scrambled to get them in place. Her wetness mocked her. Her heart ached at the look in his eyes.
“You’re still mad about the song,” he said.
Tricia blinked at him and opened her mouth. Then she closed it. The next time she began to speak she knew a lie would come out, but knowing it didn’t stop her. “Yes. Sorry.” She turned from him as the tears gathered in the corners of her eye. What was wrong with her? Hill wanted her. Marty and Pete belonged to each other. How screwed up was she that the simple answer to be with Hill and Hill alone didn’t seem to make sense? “I think the hotdogs are ready.”
“Yeah, right. OK, I get it.” Hill ran his thumb over his glistening lip and darted his tongue over the tip. He adjusted himself then, shifting his hard shaft to no avail. It still stabbed at his zipper.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Stop saying that. I understand.”
But he didn’t understand at all.
PG-13 EXCERPT
When the doorbell rang she nearly jumped out of her skin. Hill was alone, his acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. Tricia half expected to find Marty and Pete behind him on the porch. Whether she was hoping for a chaperone, or an audience she wasn’t sure.
“Hey,” he said with something expectant in his sapphire eyes.
“Hotdogs are boiling,” Tricia said, knowing that it didn’t answer the question she’d read in his gaze.
“Cool,” he replied with a nod. He stepped through the doorway into the modest living room and smiled. “The place hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Except for the new couch.”
“And the new you, all grown up.” Hill took three slow steps towards her. “I can’t even describe how much I missed you.”
The burn on Tricia’s cheeks couldn’t quite rival the chills down her spine. “I missed you too, Hill.”
He stopped in his tracks and just looked at her for a moment. Tricia suddenly felt pinned in the narrow path of his gaze. He took two steps closer, pressing into her personal space, only inches from touching.
“What are we doing? Why are we dancing around this?” He said, the heat of him through the hoodie permeating her cotton t-shirt. His lips brushed against hers; his hands found their way to the curve of her jaw.
“I don’t know.” Right then with the pads of his fingers pressing just hard enough to show her that he didn’t want to let go for anything, Tricia could not think of one good reason why they shouldn’t kiss. So she took a leap of faith and leaned in, catching his lip with a soft nip of her teeth before he released his hunger for her. He kissed her so deeply that Tricia melted in surrender.
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AUTHOR BIO:
If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls. That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters. Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.
She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.
Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new. Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog. http://alyssaturnerwrites.com
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