AS WICKED AS YOU WANT (FOREVER OURS BOOK 1) by Nia Farrell
Length: 155,467 words / 609 pages
Release date August 1, 2016
Voted #1 Erotica and #10 Overall, The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016
Youtube Audio excerpt read by the author (6:45)
WICKED AS YOU WANT (Forever Ours Book 1) by Nia Farrell is a BDSM MMF ménage Victorian erotic romance, set in 1868 Chicago and London. Inspired by the Three Graces’ Grace, Nico, and J.T., the Forever Ours series follows three soulmates through their many incarnations. Length 155,227 words / 609 pages. Release date August 1, 2016.
Blurb: Elena “Lane” Davenport is a struggling artist who’s been living as a man since the Civil War. Suffering from “soldier’s heart” (PTSD), facing arrest for failing to officially muster out, Lane is about to lose everything when an offer of help comes from the most unexpected of places.
Edward Wainwright is a British history professor—and Lane/Elena’s stepbrother. A dominant man with forbidden passions, he comes to America with news of their mother’s death and finds himself twice tempted. There’s instant attraction between Lane and Edward. Reclaiming her true gender to slip past the Pinkertons should make things easier…except Edward wants both Elena and her studio assistant Daniel O’Flaherty. He hopes that Daniel will eventually submit to him, but they’ll need to learn—when it comes to Elena—just how much Daniel is willing to share.
Three soulmates are destined to find each other. Chance brings them together. Will Fate tear them apart?
Written for ages 18+.
“What was that?” I rasped, my voice an octave lower than normal. I’d been a vocal partner, urging him on, begging him to finish, yelping when he accidentally hit a sore spot, crying his name into the mattress when his curled fingers hit another, sweeter place.
“The French call it la petite morte,” he said. “‘The little death.’”
I arched a brow. “Then they have misnamed it,” I muttered in the same language, earning a smile from the good professor. “Pardon me if I don’t reserve judgment, but there was nothing little about that.”
Edward smiled, indulging me. “You are correct. There was nothing little about that. You were magnificent, my dear. Responsive beyond my expectations.”
I rolled on my side to face him. “Beyond your expectations? You mean to say, it’s not like that every time?”
He arched a curious brow. “Hardly. I take it your other partners have pleased you equally well.”
“Edward,” I said solemnly, “I’ve had no other partners. Remember, I asked you to teach me?”
He stared at me in disbelief, as if I were some strange creature, never before catalogued, that had wandered into his camp and made myself at home by his fire.
I attempted to lighten the mood. “If you’re going to make free with my body, then I reserve the right to ask questions. It’s only fair.”
He rolled onto his back and buried his face in his hands. “My God. What have I done?”
“Nothing that I did not want, or refuse to stop,” I told him. “I wanted to know what pleased you, and it was my choice to submit. Come, I’m not a child. Disregarding when your fingers fucked me senseless, of course, my eyes have been wide open.”
“That’s no excuse,” he grated. “You…you’re a virgin. You couldn’t know.”
“Edward. Edward. May I remind you that I had a brother with friends until the war divided them? And that I served three years in the company of men who loved to brag of their conquests and adventures? Admittedly, I can still be shocked—I mean, what the New Moneys want still boggles my imagination—but surely by now you’ve realized that I am no fragile Miss. Granted, I shall strive to be proper in company, but when it’s the two of us alone, in private, behind closed doors, well, eventually I hope to be as wicked as you want.”