THE THREE GRACES DUET 3:
SOMETHING MORE, SOMETHING PRECIOUS
by Nia Farrell
(Books Three and Seven in the series are available as single titles.)
Something More was a 2016 Golden Heart Finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year
Duet release date January 4, 2020
Free with Kindle Unlimited
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 last of the three duets—she said/he said written from Rachel Givens and Cord Colson’s points of view.
Something More (The Three Graces Book Three)
is written in Rachel’s voice.
Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TGBook3WP
Loving a biker and his adult film star brother came at a terrible price. Taken by a rival gang, beaten beyond recognition and sexually assaulted, Rachel Givens saw a chance to survive by claiming the identity of the other girl who was taken and killed. She spent months recovering from her physical injuries but still struggles with PTSD. Add her three-year-old autistic daughter to the equation, and Rachel (now Rae Simmons) has her hands more than full as she makes a new life for them in a quiet little town.
When her former lovers walk into the restaurant where she works, it’s clear that the Colson brothers have come for more than the plate lunch special. Once Rachel gladly submitted to their domination, but she hasn’t been with a man since her ordeal. She has triggers and issues and a daughter whose needs come first. Cord and Cam don’t care whether or not Hannah is theirs. As far as they’re concerned, Hannah is Rachel’s and Rachel is theirs. They’ll do whatever it takes to convince Rachel that they belong together.
This expanded second edition of a 2016 Golden Flogger Finalist is a BDSM MFM ménage erotic romance with adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.
Something Precious (The Three Graces Book Seven)
is written from Cord’s point of view.
Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/TG7WP
Cordell “Cruz” Colson’s world ended when the woman he and his brother loved was kidnapped and killed by a rival MC. After four years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Cord learns that Rachel is alive and living under an assumed name. As soon as Cord walks out a free man, the former biker and his porn star brother Cameron head for the little town of Posey, Minnesota. They’re determined to take Rachel home with them where she belongs.
Only Rachel isn’t alone.
Rachel Givens aka Rae Simmons has post-rape PTSD and a three-year-old autistic daughter, father unknown. A blood test will hopefully answer the question of paternity. Chances are, Hannah belongs to Cord. Whatever the results, the Colson brothers won’t rest until Rachel remembers what it was like to submit to them, to be shared by them. Two men love her, and they’ll do whatever it takes to win her back and be a family.
A New Age, New Adult MFM BDSM ménage, written for ages 18+.
The memory jolts me, and I realize there is a tiny, tiny chance that my daughter is his. He usually took my mouth or my ass, but in a marathon session the night before the last time he left, he had all of me, every way that he could take me, with and without Cord, who was still there, watching, when he wasn’t joining in.
I wonder what he thought when I said that he couldn’t be Hannah’s father. Was he hurt, thinking that I could so easily forget? Or did he realize the horrors that followed mere days later messed with my mind?
“I remember,” I whisper against his mouth. “This. Us. I remember….” It’s why he needed tested, too. Oh, God.
I kiss him. Open mouth, tongue thrusting, hands fisting in his hair, bent on ruining his hundred dollar cut. Forgive me. Punish me. Take me. Don’t hurt me. My mind is a maelstrom, but my body is on fire.
Rachel opens the door. We follow her into the living room. It’s an older home, probably built in the forties or fifties, with dated fixtures and painted over wallpaper. Good bones, though. A fixer-upper if you’re handy, and I am. Her furnishings are worn but the space is clean, neat and tidy except for a pile of building blocks abandoned near a three-shelf bookcase that’s filled with children’s books and DVDs.
My heart seizes when I realize her child is old enough for blocks and books and animated films. A sense of urgency grips me, and I look for her. Rachel’s daughter. There’s a little girl lying under the coffee table with her eyes closed. Her hair is the color of mine and Cam’s—and now Rachel’s since she dyed it.
“Have a seat, guys.” Rachel points to the sofa. “Just watch your feet around Hannah.”
Thanks to Cam’s lack of communication, I have questions that won’t wait. “How old is she?”
“She turned three on March twenty-second.”
My jaw tightens, and I rub the back of my neck beneath my ponytail. She’s quiet now, stopping short of disclosure. She’s going to make me say it, make me ask the question whose answer I may hate to hear. Rachel was taken, held by men with no mercy and an agenda. The timeframe is so close.
I swallow, hard. My voice is rough with emotion when I ask, “Is she mine?”
My words are like the crack of a whip, reopening wounds that clearly haven’t healed.
Rachel can’t bear to look at me.
She glances at my brother and drops her gaze to her lap. “Probably.”
Holy mother of all—
I’ve been so focused on the enemy without I never considered I might need to look closer to home.
His eyes flash, indignant.
I almost snort. He knows as well as I do what happened that last time we were together. It was fucking Fourth of July weekend. Three days, spent mostly in bed. I was preoccupied with club business, about to leave, heading out to set up the Lost Creek MC safehouse, getting ready for the war that we feared was coming with the Blackwater Demons MC. Cam was only too happy to distract Rachel while I packed.
We’ll be having more than words later, I fucking guarantee it. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Cam bristles, still rejecting the idea that he might be a baby daddy. If he is, he’d better man the fuck up.
“Enough!” she hisses. “You will watch your language, or you will leave. She’s not Cam’s. We never… we didn’t… We were never together without you.”
I say nothing but inside, I’m feeling this weird mix of relief and hope and trepidation. Cam’s tastes run toward mouth and ass. I don’t remember him dipping his wick in Rachel’s pussy more than once or twice if that. But there are others. The ones who kidnapped her. Who brutalized her.
Who raped her.
Monsters, they took what was ours.
Rachel draws a deep breath. And another. She looks at her hands.
“You two need to go.”
We can’t. Not yet. I’ve spent four years mourning her loss and I’m not walking out of here without some answers. She might not know who fathered Hannah, but she sure as hell can tell us why she let us think that she was dead.
I motion Cam to stay right where he is. “Talk to me, Rachel. Tell me why… this.”
The pain in her voice cuts me like a knife. “You don’t want to know. You won’t want to hear it.”
She throws up her hand, putting any conversation on hold. Loading a DVD in the player, she glances at Hannah and motions for us to follow her into the kitchen. She starts the exhaust fan over the stove before turning to face us.
Christ, the look on her face. The innocent girl we knew is gone. This is a woman who has clearly been through hell and back.
“They. Took. Me.” She spits the words, full of bile, at me. “They stole me from my house, and then they took me. Do… you… understand? For two nights and three days. At least one of them had your coloring.” She looks at the coffee table, where her daughter is hiding. “Is she yours? Who knows, really?”
Shit shit shit.
Her words strike me like brass knuckles, landing hard enough to strip away any pretense, beating me down and leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The harsh truth is, she didn’t say anything that I haven’t thought to myself.
Still, hearing it from her lips is wrenching.
I feel the color drain from my face.
“Sorry if I didn’t write you,” she snips, “but then, I’m supposed to be dead.”
Jesus, I don’t know how she can sound so cavalier, watching the blood pour from the holes her words have ripped in me. She’s right. I don’t want to listen, but hearing this is part of my fucking penance, punishment for not protecting her.
The Three Graces Duet 1: Something Else, Something Amazing
Something Special (The Three Graces Book Six,
the honeymoon book for the Duet 1 threesome)
The Three Graces Duet 2: Something Different, Something Awesome
The Three Graces Duet 3: Something More, Something Precious
Each book is written as a standalone, but the timeline starts in Something Else (Book 1).
Series reading order: