In
real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent,
but don't let her brown eyes fool you. Catch her typing naked at her blog
http://annabayes.wordpress.com and on Twitter (@anna_bayes) at all hours.
Under His Wings, a M/M/F
menage love story by Anna Bayes
Blurb:
Bonnie thought Matt was
everything she ever wanted: boyishly charming, understanding and exciting. Then
she realized that he had another lover: Sean, an artistic, intensely jealous
and handsome man. She tries, and fails to accept herself as the barely tolerated
female lover. On New Year's Eve, she demands a meeting amongst the three. The
confrontation sparks dangerous rage, and something else with an entirely
different heat level: steamy desire. Can she bring about a reconciliation
satisfactory to everyone involved as she surrenders to her passion?
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As I stood before my
reflection in the mirror this morning, I tried to rehearse my request to Matt. I
repeated it many times, looking into my eyes: the round, dark brown pupils
returning my gaze unconvincingly. I shook my hair loose, and reasoned with
myself again. If all Matt's talk about my importance is only empty words to
keep me, then he is a lying bastard, and I am better off without him. I tried
to say it aloud with conviction, but my voice betrayed me; I sounded like a
frightened, disappointed little girl. I know logically that I can live without
him, but loving him has become such an integral, necessary part of my life; I
am not sure I could stop, even if we parted.
5 pm. Matt took my hand as I
closed my shop early for the day, kissed it and buried it in the large pocket
in his jacket. I love how my hand fits snugly in his; it is as if all my body
parts have been tailor-made to suit him, and melt into him. I concentrated on
staring at the toes of my boots, mustering up my courage, then I looked
squarely into his eyes, and said, "I want Sean to meet me." I had
initially practiced declaring in a crescendo, "I refuse to be hidden like
an undignified whore. I am not a filler between Sean and other things in your
life. I need him to acknowledge me as a person. I demand his respect," but
this part of the speech became stuck in my throat. Matt looked at me,
dumbfounded, until I almost started to believe that I had delivered my full
speech, after all. Then he clenched his teeth, tightened his grip on my hand,
and said, "Yes, you deserve better than this."
The taxi ride to his
apartment was a blur. The original plan for tonight, it being New Year's Eve,
had been that Matt would spend the early evening with me, then return home to
Sean for dinner and to count down to 2013 over sizzling sex. Sean is not there
when we arrive at the apartment, and we sit on the sofa to wait. Matt looks
frighteningly dashing: his eyes blazing, his whole body tense, clearly deep in
thought, preparing for something. He looks up as the sound of keys in the lock
announces Sean's return. "Hey you..." Sean's lilting voice stops in
its tracks as he opens the door wider and sees me seated next to his lover.
Find Anna Bayes at these
places:
Her blog (http://annabayes.wordpress.com)
Her Amazon author page (http://www.amazon.com/author/annabayes)
Her Goodreads author page (http://www.goodreads.com/annabayes)
Her Manic Readers author page
(http://www.manicreaders.com/annabayes)
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