The Three Graces Duet 1:
Something Else, Something Amazing
by Nia Farrell
(Books One and Four in the series are available as single titles.)
Duet release date January 2, 2020
Free with Kindle Unlimited
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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 first of the three duets—she said/he said written from Grace Murphy and Nico White’s points of view.
Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) is written in Grace’s voice.
Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TGB1WP
Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who dreams of her soulmates—Nico White, a bisexual American Indian musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared. J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal. It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM. With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow. But forging a future will mean healing the past, however painful it might be.
An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance, this book is written as a standalone, but the epilogue ends with a teaser for the second book in the series. Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers. Ages 18+.
Reviewers: “It’s part paranormal, part BDSM, part love story, but all good….” “Imaginative and sexy” “A likeable, strong heroine and two very hot heroes” “I am a strong believer in psychic abilities so for me this book was a HOME RUN! I loved the storyline and the sex – WOW – talk about HOT!!!” “Jam-packed with just about everything a reader can imagine (and fantasize about)!…Nico is…hotter than hot! …J.T. is a total alpha and literally makes the pages (and your panties) sizzle.
Something Amazing (The Three Graces Book Four) is written from Nico’s point of view.
Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/TG4WP
Nico White is a bisexual American Indian musician and a shaman who has visions of his soulmates. In his dreams, there are always three of them—two men and one woman who reincarnate together again and again. He meets psychic medium Grace Murphy first, but it’s six months more before they meet J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve shared. It soon becomes clear that the reason they’re together again is to help J.T. heal.
J.T. is a Dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal. It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM. With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow. But healing the present means remembering the past, however painful it might be.
An interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance. The book shares some scenes with Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) told from Nico’s point of view and includes additional scenes. Contains explicit sexual content, written for mature readers. Ages 18+.
Excerpt 1:
J.T. notices my submissive traits. I keep my eyes down and let the two men lead the conversation, listening more than talking. And I notice his Dominant traits. He pays attention to my needs, making certain Cherry finally brings the glass of water that I ordered when we first got here and asking if my burger is cooked the way I like it. He compliments my hair, my flowing New Age dress, and asks me the standard getting-to-know-you questions.
I tell him where I was born, where I went to school, where I work, where we live.
“You need to come out,” I tell him. Please, please, please. “It’s too cold for swimming, but on warm days, the fish still jump. Or we could kayak.” We have two, but a neighbor has several that he rents to campers, fishermen, and the occasional waterfowl hunter looking for a better way to retrieve downed birds.
Nico seconds the notion. “Sure,” he says, lifting his beer in a toast. “Bring your stuff. Spend the weekend. You can have my room. I’ll take the couch.” His choice of words reminds J.T. that, so far, we are only friends.
Hopefully, that’s about to change.
The warmth in Nico’s eyes makes me wonder if he’d rather share his room—his bed—with J.T. alone. It would let the two men bond before adding me to the mix. The trouble is, I can’t get a handle on J.T. What’s he up for?
I need J.T. to want us. Both of us. I want what I’ve seen. What I’ve dreamed about. The three of us sharing a bed together, sometimes with me between, sometimes with Nico. When we looked at properties, a master suite large enough for a California king was at the top of our list. So far Nico’s been sleeping there alone, just him and those big, talented hands of his, fisting himself into oblivion.
But I can almost hear J.T.’s doubting Thomas. The man doesn’t trust himself. I sense the same darkness he does, the part of him that makes him afraid he’ll cross a line and hurt someone.
Wounded spirit. And not just in this life.
Nothing that simple.
Nothing that easy.
Not that healing PTSD is ever easy.
Suddenly, I see him, struggling, hurting, lost. Crippled with “soldier’s heart” in an alternate-reality past life that we shared, he’s also suffered shell shock in wars that he fought without us. With the vision comes the knowledge of why we are here this time. To help him mend. To help him heal. He’s been trying to dispel the darkness when he needs to embrace it. Harness it. Learn to live with his shadow self.
I can almost feel his collar on my neck and see the ink on Nico’s.
Excerpt 2:
The Pumphouse is hopping. The line’s out the door, and the temperature is dropping now that the sun is behind City Hall. When Grace shivers, I take her shawl, wrap it and my arms around her, and pull her back against me. The top of her head fits under my chin. Inhaling deeply, I smell the light fragrance of her shampoo and honeysuckle on her skin.
“Mmm,” she breathes, relaxing against me like we’ve known each other forever, not just eight hours or so. “I’m going to have to apologize to Anna. She tried to get us together before this, but the timing never worked out. Between fairs on weekends, readings in the evenings, and my job at THE Bookstore, I haven’t had much time for myself. Have I told you that I’m glad you came?”
“You can tell me again,” I assure her. “I’m glad that you’re here, too, Grace. At long fucking last,” I add pointedly, whispering in her ear.
Just when I think she can’t get any cuter, she giggles.
She turns her head to whisper back, “I thought you were going to say, ‘But I haven’t come. Yet…’” She falls silent, all traces of humor gone, the instant she feels me swelling against her back. “Nico?”
I fight the urge to grind my hips into hers. If she had any idea of how badly I want her and how roughly I’d like to take her, she’d be freaking right now.
“Grace. Sweetheart. Don’t. Move. Otherwise, they’re going to get dinner and a show.”
We’ve already attracted attention as the only male/female couple in line. I see at least one former sexual partner in the queue, but David’s not interested in a mixed-gender ménage. An all-male review is more his style, and the more, the merrier.
“Sorry. Sir.” The first word tells me that she understands. The second lets me know what her psychic radar’s already picked up on me. I’ve never discussed BDSM with Anna. We keep things platonic between us and pour our passion into our music.
“Good girl,” I tell Grace. “I can see we’re going to get along just fine, but you do know we’re missing one, right? If your dreams match mine, you know there are three of us.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. This time, when she trembles, it’s not from the cold.
“Have you met him?”
“No.”
“Me, neither. Soon, though. Don’t you think? Now that we’ve met, surely he’s close.”
“I hope the hell so,” she breathes. “I was starting to think I missed you guys, that I’ve been saving myself for nothing.” She goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t have any experience. Will that bother you?”
“Ah, Grace.” I bury my nose in her hair and nuzzle the top of her head. “Once he gets here, we’ll give what you can take, and take what you can give.”
She’s shaking now. I can smell her arousal. If I slip my hand between us and cup her s&x, I’m certain that she’s sopping wet, the crotch of her leggings soaked with her juices, imagining what it will be like to be taken by two men.
Or one man, while he takes me.
The Three Graces Duet 1: Something Else, Something Amazing out 2 January 2020
The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome out 3 January 2020
The Three Graces Duet 3: Something More, Something Precious out 4 January 2020
Author Nia Farrell 