Title: The Escort's Tale: an MMF Bisexual Romance
Author: M.J. Edwards (pen name for Robert Winter)
Publisher: Snow King Books
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Heat Level: 5 - Erotica
Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 199 pages
Genre: Romance, Erotica, bi for you
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Synopsis
Do you want to spice up your marriage? Or perhaps you have a cuckold fantasy? Whatever your desire or kink, call JD Pierce.
Under his working name, Jasper has built a solid clientele and reputation. As JD Pierce, high-priced escort, he specializes in bringing bisexual fantasies to life. Sometimes a husband needs to be humiliated. Maybe a couple wants to be naughty and roleplay the seduction of an impressionable boy. Jasper, aka JD, is the man for the job.
When a young woman with a unique problem contacts Jasper, though, he fears he's out of his depth. Alethia's husband Nick suffered a spinal cord injury. He has paraplegia. The couple can no longer have conventional sex, and it's driving a wedge between them. Nick is straight, but Alethia hires Jasper to help them fix things.
Despite his doubts, Jasper throws himself into the challenge. He wants to help sexy Nick reconnect with his beautiful wife. Using imagination and honesty, he unearths hidden fantasies in both of them. What he isn't prepared for is his attraction to these new clients. The feeling grows quickly from desire to friendship and maybe something more. Will Jasper help Nick and Alethia and then move on? Or will they be the couple to bring to life this escort's own fantasy?
The Escort's Tale is a standalone bisexual erotic romance featuring a well-endowed lover-for-hire, a troubled man in a wheelchair, and the determined woman who brings them all together.
Excerpt
Excerpt from The Escort’s Tale, Chapter Two:
“Would you like to tell me how my name came up?” I ask, gauging that Alethia’s ready to discuss it.
She sets down her glass and darts glances left and right. Satisfied no one will overhear, she leans closer and speaks in a quiet, private voice. “Meredith is aware that my husband and I are facing some difficulties in our marriage. I mentioned to her recently over lunch that we’ve been struggling for a solution. She was very, um, detailed about her experiences with you.” Alethia blushes prettily. “And complimentary, as well.”
I smile at the circumspection. “Meredith has been a good client. I’m happy to hear she says nice things, since I don’t exactly ask for Yelp reviews.”
She snorts a little laugh, which I find charmingly awkward on such a chic woman. She puts a hand over her mouth to cover a grin. “I understand why, though that makes it tricky for, um…”
“Yes?” I prompt. “For someone in need of my services to find me?” I wink to show I take it lightly.
Alethia bobs her head in agreement. “I’d think in the internet age there’d be some sort of specialized rating service or booking site.”
There are a few actually, but I choose to avoid those. I don’t like the risk of zealous law enforcement having information about my working name or clientele. Word of mouth has always generated enough business for me anyway.
Since she seems more comfortable now, I dive in. “Why don’t you give me a general idea of what you’re looking for? We can discuss whether I’d be a good fit.”
Alethia inhales sharply and grabs her tea for a quick distraction. I wait her out again as she sips. Eventually, she places the glass back down with a sharp click and takes another glance around. She clasps her hands on the table top, as in prayer. I lean in, close enough to scent a trace of her delicate perfume. The essence of orange blossoms fills the air around her.
“My husband and I have been together for five years, nearly six,” she begins. “Nick has always been an avid rock climber. He played rugby, skied, competed in triathlons. Everything active like that you can think of. Eighteen months ago, he—”
She breaks off for a long moment to look at her entwined hands. Her knuckles gleam white, and I find myself reaching out to cover them with one of my own. She gives a shuddering breath at the touch, but doesn’t pull away.
“During a climb one afternoon on some cliffs, Nick had a bad fall when a handhold crumbled. The accident left him with a spinal cord injury. My husband uses a wheelchair now. He has paraplegia.”
I hear a sympathetic noise come out of me, entirely unplanned. She glances up to meet me eyes so I explain. “I’m sorry. I have a buddy from the Army who suffered an SCI. Rehab helped some, but it’s been a hard road for him.”
Alethia bites her lip and nods slowly. “It’s been…a learning process. Nick is strong-willed, though, and for the most part he’s adapted. We have home health aides to address his needs where he won’t accept my help. Also, we live in an apartment on a single floor that’s been made ready to accommodate his wheelchair.” She looks to where my hand still covers hers. “The problem is our sex life,” she whispers.
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My novel The Escort’s Tale is a bisexual romance, told from the perspective of the sex worker Jasper Dylan, who sees clients under the working name of JD Pierce. One day Alethia Ballantine contacts Jasper; her husband Nick has suffered a spinal cord injury, is in a wheelchair, and can no longer walk or make love to her. Alethia and Nick have decided to hire a professional escort in an attempt to deal with the issues in their sex life.
Chapter Three describes Jasper’s first meeting with Nick when the escort arrives at their apartment, from Jasper’s perspective. The thoughts, fears and hopes of Nick Ballantine in that first meeting seemed like a story worth telling, though. Each stop on my blog tour for The Escort’s Tale contains a section of Nick’s story, in something I had to call…
THE HUSBAND’S TALE
By M.J. Edwards
Part 3
[Previously] The lifeline she offers makes me close my eyes. But how can I call it off now, when it was all my idea?
After the accident, we lived through months of rehabilitation. Physical and occupational therapy taught us how to care for my bodily needs and navigate the world from a chair. Couples counseling helped with my guilt over what I’d done to our marriage, to Ali. Sex therapists tried to convince us there were ways we could still enjoy each other physically.
But no one could teach me how to make love to my wife the way she deserves.
From mere days after we met, Ali and I were insatiable for each other. She had—has—the strongest libido I’ve encountered in any woman. Almost every day, for more than four years, we had sex. Often it was more than once a day. We had it soft and tender, hard and driving, in more positions than I think even the Kama Sutra knows. Unapologetically, Ali just loves to get fucked.
After Joshua Tree, though, it ended. Oh, we’ve tried the things the therapists advised. Worked out positions where I can give her oral sex even though I can’t move my lower body. Experimented with fingers and toys. Even had her try riding my cock on the rare times I spring an erection. Ali always tells me she’s satisfied, that she just wants to be close to me and it doesn’t matter what we actually do.
I don’t believe her.
It eats me up, to know that sex is one more thing I took away from Ali with my selfishness over rock climbing. I pushed and pushed Ali to find a man who could give her what I can’t. She steadfastly refused, for months. Then one day she came home from lunch with her godmother with a proposition. She told me she would do as I ask – bring another man in for sex – but only if I agree to be there. To be a part of it.
I was shocked, embarrassed and, strangely, intrigued. The idea of a threesome with another man or woman never came up in all our years of loving. Yet when Ali mentioned it, I had a searing mental flash of how hot she would look, spreading her thighs for a stranger, eyes locked with mine as he takes her. Still I resisted, unsure of how it could work, afraid that as soon as she remembers how much she needs sex, she’ll leave my sorry, frozen ass behind.
Ali pressed me to talk about it, though, and to explain my fears. Finally we agreed we should try, and that hiring a professional escort was the best approach. That way, we wouldn’t involve any friends. No one needs to know. Plus, the odds of Ali getting emotionally attached to a prostitute we see for one night are low enough that even my irrational fears are calmed.
And so Ali went out and hired a lover. He’s due to arrive in, shit, two minutes. I know she needs this, but I have to be strong or she’ll never see it through.
Why do I have to be in the room with them, though? I mean, I guess I understand her reasoning. Kind of. She can’t bear the idea of walking away from me with another man, leaving me to imagine what they’re doing to each other. What pleasure some man is giving my wife that I can no longer provide. I understand that intellectually, and I can even appreciate how thoughtful Alethia is about the whole thing.
But it’s still going to rip my guts apart to see a man put his hands on my wife.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the head of Nick. Don’t miss part 4, and you can follow the rest by dropping in each stop of my blog tour:
Part 1
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12/10/2018
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Part 2
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12/10/2018
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Part 3
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12/11/2018
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Part 4
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12/11/2018
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Part 5
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12/12/2018
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Part 6
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12/13/2018
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Part 7
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12/14/2018
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If you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.
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