Something Else by Nia Farrell
by Nia Farrell
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+.
By Nia Farrell
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.
I exhale softly and commit. “Or my room,” I offer, looking up when Nico stiffens. It’s all he can do to remain silent and passive, but he’ll do it because he’s the beta male here. Two alphas and me? We’d end up tearing each other apart.
J.T. locks his gaze on mine and cocks his head, considering. “You sure you’re ready for me?” he asks as he slides his hand beneath my skirt like a heat-seeking missile. He has his answer when he finds my panties soaked. “What about Nico?”
“I…We…” Words are lost when he slides a finger between my pussy’s swollen lips and his thumb finds my clit.
“J.T.” Nico makes sure he has his attention before dropping my bomb. “She hasn’t been with one man, let alone two. Not yet. But it’s what she wants if you’re interested.”
Wow. He didn’t just say that, did he? My temperature raises two degrees thanks to the fucking full body blush I’ve got going on.
“Seriously?” J.T. stops his finger where it’s at, gripped to the first joint by my exceptional tightness. He looks at me, skeptical, his black eyes revealing nothing but the roiling heat of a man on the edge of conflagration. He lets out the thinning leash that he’s struggling to hold onto and pushes into me until he’s knuckle-deep. Pulling free, he brings his finger to my lips and inhales sharply when I suck my juices off him, knowing what he wants and giving it to him without one word being spoken.
SOMETHING ELSE: THE THREE GRACES BOOK ONE by Nia Farrell
Length 18,646 words. Expanded second edition release date July 1, 2018.
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