Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Menage Material by Serena Akeroyd

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...


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? 


“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.




“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 Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it.  Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for raunchy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of raunch!
A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?
The author behind the Naughty Nookie series, available on Amazon, Serena has plenty more to offer. Most of them involving threesomes! Watch out for Sci-Fi, paranormal, and historical ménage à trois!
Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow raunch addicts!
Ménage Material on Siren BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/menage-material
Website & Blog: www.serenaakeroyd.com

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks so much for having me, Nicole!

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