Realizing there’s a third person in her marriage, Devvy
Jacques is stunned. Discovering her husband’s lover is a man, she’s horrified.
Learning that man is Alexei Ivanov, the internationally renowned scientist
behind the cure for cancer, she’s...
Horny?
Being part of a ménage wasn’t in any of her fairy tales as a
kid, but the more she’s with hubby, Sebastien, and new lover, Alexei, the more
she realizes it’s a dream come true.
Around them, between them, under or above them, Devvy
flourishes, becoming the woman she was meant to be before life did a number on
her.
With the ménage flourishing, and love growing every day, it
takes a twisted blackmailer to derail it all. Raking up past secrets Alex wants
to remain hidden, and exposing their unusual household to the world’s eye, the
trio face enough challenges to unravel apart.
Will life work its mischief or will they still have what it
takes to be perfect, Ménage Material?
Excerpt:
“We enjoy
the opposite sex,” she mimicked, glowering at the pair of them. “I should damn
well hope so considering you’ve just spent the last two years married to me,
Sebastien.” A thought popped into her head and she choked out, “Is that why you
haven’t touched me for over a month? You’ve stopped enjoying the opposite sex?”
Sebastien
snapped, “I haven’t touched you because La Belle sans la Bête was under threat
of a hostile takeover! As much as I love losing myself in your body, ma petite,
sometimes the spirit might be willing but the body is weak.”
“Why didn’t
you tell me about the takeover?”
He rolled
his eyes. “Women. You can’t win either way!”
“If it
stresses you out, then it stresses me out. Is that so hard to understand?” she
directed the question at Alexei, who held up his hands in surrender.
“Don’t get
me involved. I’ve already had this argument with him. Many a time. He knows how
I feel on the subject.”
The pair of
them directed their gaze at Sebastien. “Don’t keep scowling like that. The wind
will change and then you’ll be stuck that way forever!” she told him, watching
him try to fight a smile at the nonsensical advice. Something her grandmother
had told her long ago.
“And do you
care for my pretty face, mignonne?” he asked, the smile breaking free and
tugging at his lips.
“Maybe,”
she retorted, unwilling to stroke his ego. “Look, I’m still waiting for an
explanation. I think I’ve been more than patient.”
“And your
patience shall be rewarded, Devvy,” Bastien muttered, sinking back into the
sofa with a sigh. “We might as well relax while I tell the tale.” He waited
until Devvy and Alexei had taken a seat, his wife moving to the place beside
him, leaving the armchair free for Alexei. It was a small act of possessiveness
that both men recognized instantly.
“Firstly,
you must realize, Devvy, that neither of us meant you any harm. If anything,
it’s the contrary.”
She
frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We both
wanted to love you.”
Stunned,
Devvy sat forward, half-stood up, and then sat back down again. “Both of you?”
Alex
nodded. “Yes. I have known Sebastien for nearly twenty years. Before he was the
rich industrialist we see now.”
“You’ve
been friends? Or more than that?”
“More,”
Alex murmured, voice gentle.
“Oh.”
“Don’t look
so broken-hearted, mignonne,” Sebastien whispered, seeing his wife’s beautiful
features crumple with her pain made the tension at his temples beat to a tune
of its own. “I am not a stranger now I have made this revelation. This is
simply another facet to my nature.”
“A rather
large facet,” she snapped. “You’ve had a male lover for twenty years and you
didn’t think your wife might appreciate knowing that?”
“I’m
telling you now.”
“It’s a
funny time to start being honest. What changed?”
“You asked
if I was cheating on you.”
“And I was
bang on the money, wasn’t I?” she spat, her anger making itself known in her
hissed retort, before it whooshed out of her and she collapsed back into the
sofa.
“Technically,
he has been cheating on me with you,” Alexei pointed out and shook his head as
her eyes shot a warning his way. “I do not say this to hurt you, Devvy. It is
simply the truth.”
“One that
does hurt!” she cried, unsure whether the tears pricking her eyes were from
anger or sorrow.
Sebastien
grabbed her shoulder and gently began to knead. It was a sharp contrast to the
way she’d cosseted him only ninety or so minutes ago. She wanted to move away,
shove his hand off, but Devvy didn’t want to hurt him. Unlike the way he’d hurt
her.
“I’m sorry,
chérie.” Bastien sighed. “But there is more to this than pigeonholing me as
gay. What Alex and I have together is not strictly monogamous. Before you, we
took other women to bed, but not men.”
“So you’re
bi?”
“I hate
labels, Devvy. We are what we are.”
“God, this
belongs on some bad soap opera. What do you want me to do? Condone the fact you
have a male lover and just put up and shut up?”
“No,” he
murmured softly. “I wish you to take my male lover, as you label Alex, for your
own.”
This time,
Devvy didn’t hover. She leapt off her seat and strode over to the fireplace to
gawk at them both from a distance.
Sebastien’s
jaw took on the characteristics of concrete. “We are not contagious.”
“I take it
back,” she muttered, shaking her head and ignoring his pained anger. “This
isn’t a soap opera. It’s a goddamn porn movie! Why the hell should I want to
take a lover? Until now, I’ve been happy and damned busy keeping up with you!”
She raised her hands and hugged herself. Self-comforting was the only way to go
when she had two men wanting something from her that she had no idea how to
give.
“I would
like to see you with him.” His anger had bled out, making his voice a soft rasp
that sent shivers down her spine even though she told herself to man up and add
some starch to her bones.
“Why?” she
whined. “That can’t be normal,” she added, mumbling more to the room than the
two men in front of her.
“What is
normal, Devvy?” Alex slotted in.
“Well, what
the pair of you want sure as hell isn’t.”
“I would
like to see you with him,” Bastien continued, almost as though the pair of them
hadn’t interrupted. “I would like to share you with him. I would like us both
to love you and to pleasure you. And for you to love and pleasure us.”
For some
reason, only one thing popped in her head and she gasped out, “At the same
time?”
Alex made a
muffled sound and from his ducked head, she could tell he was fighting not to
laugh.
“This isn’t
funny!”
“No, it
isn’t but you are such an innocent.” Alex sighed and it was strangely redolent
with pleasure.
About Serena:
Serena
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Thanks so much for having me, Nicole!
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