The Three Graces Duet 2:
Something Different, Something Awesome
by Nia Farrell
*Books Two and Five in the series are available as single titles.
Duet release date January 3, 2020
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Welcome to fictional Posey, Minnesota, the per capita ménage capital of the USA. Three women live here whose names all mean Grace. Grace Murphy, Anna James, and Rachel Givens share their stories in books 1-3 of the series before the men take over and tell their side of things in books 4-7.
The individual novellas in The Three Graces Series are available as single titles but six of them are now paired as the duets they were meant to be. This is the second of the three duets—she said/he said written from Anna James and Jackson Thomason’s points of view.
Something Different (The Three Graces Book Two) is written from Anna’s point of view. Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/3Graces2WP
Singer/songwriter Anna James is getting desperate. Even with a day job, money’s tight, and she’s wound tighter yet, having sworn off sex to reconcile with her mother who’s in chemo and her father who disowned her for her wild, wicked ways. No sooner than her psychic best friend predicts an end to Anna’s self-imposed drought, rock stars Jackson and Jacob Thomason come to town, with the dream of an indie album co-written with local American Indian flutist Nico White and his songwriting partner AJ McPherson.
The triple-platinum artists are attracted to Anna, who gives as good as she gets. Learning that Anna’s alter ego AJ puts the “twist” in Nico’s “tribal” music only makes them want her more. The part-Comanche Thomason twins need an album’s worth of songs. That means spending night after night, working closely, getting to know each other, learning how to co-create.
Anna’s never written music with anyone but Nico. Their collaborations are so natural, so organic. They’re comfortable with each other. The Thomason twins, who perform as No Mercy, make her anything but. What’s a fangirl to do, when submitting to her rock star idols means exploring the darker side of passion?
A BDSM MFM ménage erotic rock star romance, written for Ages 18+.
Contains advanced BDSM and potential triggers.
Something Awesome (The Three Graces Book Five) is written from Jackson’s point of view. Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TGB5WP
Jackson Thomason is a triple-platinum recording artist who performs with his twin brother Jacob as No Mercy. Unhappy with their current contract and hungry for something better, they dream of an independent project that speaks to their part-Comanche blood. They contact Native American composer and flutist Nico White about collaborating, but it’s his writing partner Anna James who’s responsible for putting the twist in his tribal music. The songwriting sessions heat up, and the purple-eyed goth-haired gamer girl goes down on her knees, submitting to the darker side of passion in a rock star interracial MFM ménage BDSM romance.
Written for Ages 18+.
Excerpt from Something Awesome:
“We know your work,” my brother tells them. “We like it. A lot. We’ve had a project in mind for a couple of years now, but our label won’t touch it. It’s important enough to us, we’ve decided to tell them to fuck themselves and do it ourselves. It’s a concept album with a tribal theme. We want to return to our roots. Not musically, but ethnically. We may be only a sixteenth Comanche, but we’re related to Quanah Parker. We cut our teeth on the stories of his life, his family, our people. We want to express those stories in song, and we’d like your help to do it.”
Nico stays silent, considering. When we approached him about working with us, he didn’t ask for details. He knows that teaming with No Mercy will give him exposure that he might never achieve on his own. And Anna? She looks like she’s having a songwriter’s wet dream.
“And how does that work,” she asks, “doing a record while you’re still on tour?”
It’s a good question. Fair enough. We had wondered that ourselves. Had worried about it until we figured out just how we could make it happen.
Thank fuck for hi-speed WiFi.
“We’ve got ten days before our next gig,” I tell her. “After that, we can hook up over the internet. Nico says his connection will let us Skype.”
She’s used to her weekly one-on-ones with Nico, sharing space, feeling the energy, tapping into the same creative flow, but to co-create over the internet? She hugs her Fender to her heart, clearly skeptical.
Jacob keeps talking about his ideas for the album as a whole and for individual tracks. While he uses his powers of persuasion, I let my hands speak for me. I pick up my guitar, a Master Classic Pacific with curly maple sides and a Sitka spruce top, and touch the strings, exploring. My fingers find chords, random at first, slowly gathering form. Anna turns on a digital recorder when patterns start to emerge.
I hold back a smile when she lowers the neck of her guitar to playing position. Her fingers move, her strings dueling with mine, until suddenly we’re in sync, creating melody and harmony. Nico weaves his flute around us. Jacob adds rhythm on the djembe.
By the time we’re through, we have the musical equivalent of a manuscript’s first draft.
“This…this…is why we’re here,” I tell them, pumped as hell. I don’t say that we’ve memorized every fucking track that Nico’s ever recorded, and all the best ones were co-written with AJ McPherson. We knew that we needed them both. Being here, playing with her, makes me want Anna even more.
Jacob catches me staring at Anna and smiles. He knows where my mind is, knows that my stirring cock wants to follow. Anna throws ice water on it when she starts breaking down. “Sorry, guys. I need three hours of sleep or I’m toast at work.”
What. The. Fuck?
The mantle clock reads four in the morning. She’s fucking leaving, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it. Nico sees her off, then comes back into the living room. I debate packing up, too. He nods when he sees that our guitars are still out.
“Sorry, guys,” he says. “I know you’ve had some surprises today. I needed to see if Anna could handle this—could handle working with you. She’s never written with anyone but me.”
I take a breath, think about what I don’t want to say, which is anything that will jeopardize our working relationship. “You didn’t tell me she has a job.”
He shakes his head and crooks half a smile, like I should have known. “Writing doesn’t pay her bills. Not yet, anyway. Little sister works at a gaming store in Charleston. Castle Keepers.”
“Wait. She’s a gamer?” This, from Jacob, who plays rings around anyone else on our team, comprised of us and a few of our roadies. Chances are, if we’re not writing music in our downtime, we’re playing games or watching porn.
“Big time,” Nico says. “Whatever you play, you do not want to go against her. She’ll only smile and kick your asses.”
Fuck that. We’ll add her to the team.
“Wednesday is her one guaranteed day off work. That’s why I had you guys come tonight. I went behind her back and asked her boss if there was any way she could get off work, but chances are slim to none.”
Which means he didn’t totally diss it.
“Give me his name and number. I’ll see what I can do,” I tell him.
“Yes, Sir.” There’s a shit-eating grin on Nico’s face when he flicks on his laptop and finds the contact information for Anna’s work. Such a switch. But he’s smooth, he’s smart, and he clearly cares for the gamer girl he calls “little sister.” With that scene he arranged in the diner, I suspect he wanted to see how well Anna can handle us on every level, beyond fame, beyond music, beyond words. I’m guessing that he’s either researched us or his psychic significant other has picked up enough to know our tastes. Jacob and I do our own version of tribal with a twist, and after the grueling first half of our concert tour, with the almost mindless, meaningless sex that happens on the road, I’m ready to bring something better into our mix.
Anna James, before we leave, you will be ours.