Title: The Escort's Tale: an MMF Bisexual Romance
Author: M.J. Edwards (pen name for Robert Winter)
Publisher: Snow King Books
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Heat Level: 5 - Erotica
Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 199 pages
Genre: Romance, Erotica, bi for you
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Synopsis
Do you want to spice up your marriage?
Or perhaps you have a cuckold fantasy? Whatever your desire or kink, call JD
Pierce.
Under his working name, Jasper has built
a solid clientele and reputation. As JD Pierce, high-priced escort, he
specializes in bringing bisexual fantasies to life. Sometimes a husband needs
to be humiliated. Maybe a couple wants to be naughty and roleplay the seduction
of an impressionable boy. Jasper, aka JD, is the man for the job.
When a young woman with a unique problem
contacts Jasper, though, he fears he's out of his depth. Alethia's husband Nick
suffered a spinal cord injury. He has paraplegia. The couple can no longer have
conventional sex, and it's driving a wedge between them. Nick is straight, but
Alethia hires Jasper to help them fix things.
Despite his doubts, Jasper throws
himself into the challenge. He wants to help sexy Nick reconnect with his
beautiful wife. Using imagination and honesty, he unearths hidden fantasies in
both of them. What he isn't prepared for is his attraction to these new
clients. The feeling grows quickly from desire to friendship and maybe
something more. Will Jasper help Nick and Alethia and then move on? Or will
they be the couple to bring to life this escort's own fantasy?
The Escort's Tale is a standalone
bisexual erotic romance featuring a well-endowed lover-for-hire, a troubled man
in a wheelchair, and the determined woman who brings them all together.
Excerpt
Excerpt from The Escort’s Tale, Chapter
Two:
“Would you like to tell me how my name
came up?” I ask, gauging that Alethia’s ready to discuss it.
She sets down her glass and darts glances
left and right. Satisfied no one will overhear, she leans closer and speaks in
a quiet, private voice. “Meredith is aware that my husband and I are facing
some difficulties in our marriage. I mentioned to her recently over lunch that
we’ve been struggling for a solution. She was very, um, detailed about her
experiences with you.” Alethia blushes prettily. “And complimentary, as well.”
I smile at the circumspection. “Meredith
has been a good client. I’m happy to hear she says nice things, since I don’t
exactly ask for Yelp reviews.”
She snorts a little laugh, which I find
charmingly awkward on such a chic woman. She puts a hand over her mouth to
cover a grin. “I understand why, though that makes it tricky for, um…”
“Yes?” I prompt. “For someone in need of
my services to find me?” I wink to show I take it lightly.
Alethia bobs her head in agreement. “I’d
think in the internet age there’d be some sort of specialized rating service or
booking site.”
There are a few actually, but I choose
to avoid those. I don’t like the risk of zealous law enforcement having
information about my working name or clientele. Word of mouth has always
generated enough business for me anyway.
Since she seems more comfortable now, I
dive in. “Why don’t you give me a general idea of what you’re looking for? We
can discuss whether I’d be a good fit.”
Alethia inhales sharply and grabs her
tea for a quick distraction. I wait her out again as she sips. Eventually, she
places the glass back down with a sharp click and takes another glance around.
She clasps her hands on the table top, as in prayer. I lean in, close enough to
scent a trace of her delicate perfume. The essence of orange blossoms fills the
air around her.
“My husband and I have been together for
five years, nearly six,” she begins. “Nick has always been an avid rock
climber. He played rugby, skied, competed in triathlons. Everything active like
that you can think of. Eighteen months ago, he—”
She breaks off for a long moment to look
at her entwined hands. Her knuckles gleam white, and I find myself reaching out
to cover them with one of my own. She gives a shuddering breath at the touch,
but doesn’t pull away.
“During a climb one afternoon on some
cliffs, Nick had a bad fall when a handhold crumbled. The accident left him
with a spinal cord injury. My husband uses a wheelchair now. He has
paraplegia.”
I hear a sympathetic noise come out of
me, entirely unplanned. She glances up to meet me eyes so I explain. “I’m
sorry. I have a buddy from the Army who suffered an SCI. Rehab helped some, but
it’s been a hard road for him.”
Alethia bites her lip and nods slowly.
“It’s been…a learning process. Nick is strong-willed, though, and for the most
part he’s adapted. We have home health aides to address his needs where he
won’t accept my help. Also, we live in an apartment on a single floor that’s
been made ready to accommodate his wheelchair.” She looks to where my hand
still covers hers. “The problem is our sex life,” she whispers.
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