Derek

Derek

Sometimes, a man will risk all…for love.
Derek Fortune considers himself the luckiest of men when his girlfriend Carly married him. He knew she has issues, but he’s confident he has been making headway. After all, what girl wouldn’t get a serious boost at having landed an eligible bachelor like him? Not that he’s bragging, mind you.
That’s why he’s devastated when he accidentally read a passage in Carly’s diary to find out he’s apparently made no progress at all. Carly’s deep-seated insecurity, born of childhood abuse, continues to eat at her, making her doubt everything. He’s afraid that it would soon poison his marriage.
Which he couldn’t let happen. He loves her, but does he love her enough to pit her salvation against his own demons? Could he swallow his pride and ask his cousins for help? Even if his cousins agreed, would Carly consent to this unorthodox solution?
Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, voyeurism and public sex exhibition, some spanking and D/s, and group sex with m/f/m/m/m pairing and triple penetration.
* Though this story is book 1 in a series, it’s a standalone with a happy ending. No cliffhangers.
Series: Men of Fortune, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance
Theme:Menage a Trois, Multiple Partners
Publication Date: August 22, 2017
Book length: 28,300 words
Praise
“Fortune-it to have found this story !!! More than just erotic, a love story. So glad I found this and the author. Will be reading much more of her.”
– Alared on Amazon
“Yummy! I can’t wait to read about the next Fortune!”
– Ashia on Goodreads
Excerpt
Derek came awake, missing the warmth beside him. By the coolness on her side of the bed, she’d been gone awhile. He slit one eye open to see her sitting by her desk, a look of fierce concentration on her face as she scribbled in her journal. He smiled, a feeling of deep contentment washing through him, underlain with a hint of amusement. While other people blogged or tweeted, Carly still kept a diary, which she updated every so often, not that he got to read it.
One day. Maybe.
He shifted in order to have a better look at her. She must’ve sensed or caught sight of his movement, for she stopped writing and glanced up. A smile lit her features when she saw he was awake.
“Good morning.”
He scowled. “I expected more than a greeting.”
“You’ve already had your morning quickie several times in the night.”
He’d been talking about a kiss, but her mention of “quickie” had his wayward cock stirring. “C’mere.” He crooked a finger.
She shook her head in rueful resignation, then stood and crossed the short distance to the bed. Even in her robe, she was sexy as hell and fired his imagination, his mind immediately composing shots that would show her best features to advantage.
She knelt on the bed and slunk her way toward him, her robe gaping to reveal her breasts and the hard points of her nipples made him wild. Damn, what was it about this woman? He’d photographed more beautiful women, seen bigger breasts, grabbed tighter asses, but one look at her, one touch was enough to make him as hard and lusty as a seventeen-year old boy.
Love. It really did make a difference, for underlying the desire was an upswelling of tender emotion that threaded through his hunger.
Still smiling, she placed her mouth against his and kissed him with soft, feathery touches. “Good morning.”
He groaned. “You have to do better than that, woman. Is that all you learned from me?”
Her emerald eyes gleamed. “You might not be able to get out of bed.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
The kiss was open-mouthed and hot and passionate, involving lots of tongue and teeth. She devoured him like he was a favorite treat long denied. He was hard and panting by the time she raised her head.
“You were saying?” she purred.
“Good morning,” he rasped.