People say a broken heart can kill, but
it’s really the secrets that take you down.
~Alexander Rockingham II
Invincible, an all-new powerful and
emotional ménage love story, featuring a sexy and dominant silver fox from
Elizabeth SaFleur, is available now!
Alexander Rockingham keeps the
secrets of Washington DC’s most elite players, but none are as devastating as
his own. Forty years ago, the Wynters ripped away everyone he’d loved. When the
family’s matriarch dies, he completes a promise to walk through the gates of
their Connecticut estate as the owner, and with sledgehammer in hand, erase the
name of Wynter. He also gives his beloved Charles—in the family graveyard—the
goodbye he’d been denied decades earlier.
He didn’t expect to find Rebecca, the
third in their lovers’ trio, standing there. He didn’t expect the man who is
helping him settle the Wynter estate to offer himself to him and Rebecca as a
stopgap to recapture a happier time. He didn’t expect to fall in love
again—with both of them.
But sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes ghosts from the past are just too strong to counter even for three
people united in beating them.
Invincible is a polyamory/menage
(M/F/M and M/M/F) romance stand-alone Elite Doms of Washington novel.
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Excerpt:
Eric stilled in the archway. Alexander, tie skewed and
shirt open, held the back of a woman’s head in a greedy hold, his long fingers
threaded through wild red hair. Who was the woman? Her skin was so pale against
Alexander’s. He kissed her as if punishing her with his mouth, oblivious to the
fact Eric had breached their personal space.
He should turn away. Hell, he shouldn’t be here. He
had taken his life in his hands crossing that creek and sloshing up and over
the bridge to bring Alexander dinner—the meal he’d forgotten to join Eric for.
He’d chalked it up to the man still grieving. Clearly not.
Alexander’s fingers curled tighter into all those red
strands as he deepened his kiss. Eric’s mouth watered, and the front of his
pants shrank five sizes. One second of observing Alexander’s dominance and all
Eric’s earlier efforts to drain his cock of need were for nothing as his
erection strained against his zipper.
He swallowed, and shifted his weight.
His soggy shoes squeaked against the marble, sending off an echo that could
wake the dead. Alexander’s face broke contact with the woman and turned to him.
Eric glanced away. His options were
limited. Step back out in the storm. Go to another room and wait out …
“Eric.”
Damn. Caught being
a voyeur. He turned to face the man and prayed like hell he wasn’t blushing.
The woman had shrunk behind him.
He lifted the bag. “I brought you
dinner.” Lame, but true.
“Ah.” Alexander scrubbed his salt and
pepper five o’clock shadow. “Time got away from me.”
Eric stepped closer and held out the
bag. “I’ll leave it and head back out.”
“No, come in.” Alexander crooked his
finger. “You’re soaked. This is Rebecca Beaumont.”
She stepped out from behind him, her
cheeks aflame. His heart hitched a little at the vulnerability in her red-rimmed
eyes. She’d been crying.
“Eric Morrison.” He offered a handshake.
“I’d forgotten how vicious New England storms could be.”
Her hand disappeared into his palm.
“Alexander and I are old friends.”
I can tell.
“Eric is helping me settle the estate.”
Alexander gave him a half a smile on that word, and Eric’s belly gave a lurch
worthy of a teenager with a bad case of puppy love.
“I don’t mean to intrude … ” Or stare.In this light, Rebecca’s high
cheekbones and pale gray eyes cast an otherworldly vibe. His first thought was
that she’d stepped off a film set from Lord of the Rings, like—what was the
name of that elf colony? River-something.He
was snapped back to reality from the crinkle of the food bag as Alexander took
it from him.
“Not at all.” Alexander peered into the
bag. “Eggplant Parmesan from the Grafton. My favorite.”
“Still?” Her tentative smile lit up her
face. “Is it as good as Bertrands?”
“Better.” Alexander winked, and Eric’s
eyebrows shot to his hairline. The Alexander Rockingham he knew didn’t do
anything as frivolous as wink.
Eric cleared his throat. “If you’re planning on going
out, you should know the bridge is almost washed out.” What else would he
contribute to this tête-à-têtehe’d
witnessed—or rather, had barged in on.
Alexander frowned. “Tell me you didn’t take any
chances.”
“No big deal.” He shrugged. “I survived Hurricane
Katrina. A little Nor’easter won’t be a problem.”
“Well, that’s it. You’re staying. In fact, we all
are.”
About Elizabeth
Award-winning author of contemporary romance, Elizabeth
SaFleur promises all the "feels" in her emotional, plot-rich stories.
Experience luxurious, glamorous escapes in her Elite Doms
of Washington series
Fall in love with her alpha men who always leave a woman
satisfied
Meet the heroines who take charge in the Justice Series,
her Femme Domme romance books
Join her burlesque & gangster book world in the
Shakedown series debuting in 2019
Many of her books were inspired from her thirty years as a
PR practitioner in and around Washington, DC. She writes, tweets and posts
under a pseudonym since her business clients might be (WOULD be) shocked at her
new career choice.
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