Published By: eXtasy Books
(https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2482-4-virtus-sex/) 
Author: Laura Tolomei
ISBN: 978-1-4874-2482-4
Publish Date: April 26, 2019
Series: Virtus #1
ISBN: 978-1-4874-2482-4
Page: 459
Word Count: 139610
Heat Level: 4 Flames
Categories: Fantasy, GLBT, Menage, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Erotica

 

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Blurb

When Prince Duncan Caldwell loses his way home and knocks on a stranger’s door, looking to find shelter, he doesn’t know his life is about to change forever. Not because he can’t tear his gaze away from the beautiful woman who opens that door, but more so because she’s a stranger yet he can’t shake the feeling she belongs to him. And discovering she’s been banned from his home can’t stop the vortex of his feelings nor the truth of his world from crashing down on him.

This is just the beginning of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems. Not the world, since its all-pervading sex drive hides a scary lack of violence. Not the people, since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack.

This book starts the love and the passion that entwines fiery sex into this intricate three-way relationship. It’s a unique connection, laced with jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. This is not just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that must overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet if they want to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! To share power and love in equal measures. This is their real challenge, the lesson they must learn. Otherwise, how will their world survive?

Excerpt

“Good evening, sir.” Lit from behind, a complete stranger stared back at him with huge green mesmerizing eyes. And what he read in them was something so unusual he could not help sinking in it. A mix of relief, happiness, anticipation and so much more jumbled together, so strong, he feared he would drown in it.

“May I help you?” As though she realized the effect she was having on him, her expression changed to a faintly mocking one.

“Yes, I…” If he hesitated, it was because he was pulling himself together and trying to recover a semblance of control. Too many emotions were surging to the fore all at once that he simply had to stop to analyze the person in front of him. At first glance, he could have sworn he had never seen her before in his life. But the second glance told a totally different story, until awareness hit him like something long repressed or unjustly forgotten.

By the gods, I know her! Which seemed as impossible as his getting lost in a territory he knew like the back of his hand. Breath caught in his throat, he checked her over one more time. Young, tall, very slim with well-shaped muscles that testified to a life on horseback, dark hair and extremely beautiful—he could not shake the weird sensation of looking in a mirror, as if she were his reflection or a twin he had somehow lost without remembering where or how. Because something about her colors and general build was impressively like him.

 

Maybe she has worked at Black Rose. But hard as he thought of the many women employed at his home over the course of his twenty-one years of age, he found no trace of a name to associate to this startling creature.

“Hem…” The woman cleared her throat. “May I help you?”

“I’m sorry, Milady.” Snapping out of his odd musings, he shifted on his feet. “But with the storm and all, I seem to have lost my way to—”

“Black Rose?” There was a note of incredulity in her voice he found a bit taunting.

“Well, I guess you know where I live.” Then again, everyone in the village knew of Black Rose.

“Also who you are, for that matter.” The hint of a smile curved her lips before she made a show of bowing. “Welcome to my humble home, Prince Duncan Caldwell.”

“All right.” No surprise here, either. He was the local celebrity after all. “Since you seem to know all about me, may I enquire on your name, Miss…”

“Ylianor.” Angling her head, she leveled her gaze with his. “Just Ylianor.”

“Who’s there?” The angry man’s voice broke the strange magic that had trapped him, rooted him to the ground it seemed, to the point he had also ignored the rain beating down on his back.