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From the NYT Bestselling author of The Manhattanites series and for fans of such films as Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Wild Things comes a ménage romance posing the question; can two men share the same woman forever?
They are the best of friends and the greatest of lovers. Two men and one woman, searching for fortune and fame, bound together by an eroticism their money and power can’t buy them. Luigi, the romantic alpha hunk. Rocco, the exotic bisexual. Jemma, the insatiable beauty who possesses them both.
From their first rendezvous in Milan, the three set out on a wicked course, jet-setting from the kinky underground sex clubs of Berlin, to the lavish palaces of Moscow, to New York’s high society in pursuit of pleasure. They have only each other to care for. That is…until a baby comes along and changes their destiny. But which of them is the father? And will they continue their poly relationship or give in to convention?
Three Months Ago Isola di Girasoli,
On top of the cliff, overlooking the blue sea, I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand, pulled him to my side and asked, “Ready, bello?”
Rocco’s short nails grazed my skin. He’d been biting them all week. He always did when he was nervous.
“Jemma is going to say yes…” he whispered in my ear.
“Sì, of course she is.”
A few days before, we’d selected the spot.
He’d suggested, “This is where we’ll ask her to marry us,”
The view, the place… so magical and perfetto.
Inhaling deeply, I smelled the briny air filled with the faint sticky aroma of sunflowers. The ground was covered in them, and Isola di Girasoli had even been named after them. Growing on vivid green stalks, their bright yellow faces open, reaching up to the white sky for warmth and light. They were gleefully rooted about, almost as if cheering us on.
In a way, Rocco and I were similar to those flowers reaching for something—nourishment and love.
We got down on our knees, and the warm soil pressed under my legs. Glancing up at the woman we loved, we each took her hand.
Jemma Fereti. Tall. Striking. Ours. We called her dolce because she always tasted like tiramisu when we kissed.
As I studied her finger, the one I’d put the ring on, I thought about us…
For me, taking Jemma as my bride, and Rocco as my groom, meant forever. My life spent searching for intention would soon be complete. Together they made up my everything.
For Rocco, our union symbolized something he’d yearned for: a family. Hopefully for Jemma it would mean peace after her year-long battle with breast cancer.
“Amore, go on. Ask her.” Patience wasn’t Rocco’s virtue.
“Give me a minute—”
In private, we’d talked about the day for the past few months. We’d picked out the perfect engagement ring: a Tittoni Gems of Distinction twelve-carat pink diamond, a custom-made work of art from Manhattan for Jemma. And two simple gold bands for Rocco and myself. We’d planned the vacation: a week alone on the island, getting time away. Only the three of us. This was one of Jemma’s favorite Mediterranean locals. She’d grown up there with her royal friend, Prince Massimo Tittoni, who ruled over the small country.
Having Jemma’s hand in marriage was all Rocco and I ever desired. Over the past few years, we’d loved each other as a thruple. Our special togetherness had been all her doing.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined an open poly relationship with one woman and another man working out. Certain jealousy and games would poison the affair, but it hadn’t tarnished our lovemaking in the least.
That is till now. Rocco yearned for more, and frankly, so did I. Especially when Prince Massimo granted the Poly Marriage Act, legalizing the rights for those who loved openly to wed.
“Dolce…we’d like to ask you something…” I got the words out. I wasn’t one to talk much. Regardless, Rocco had insisted it come from me. After all, I’d been with Jemma for almost a year before we’d met him.
My boyfriend was the well-spoken one. The one in touch with his feelings. The man who’d glued the three of us together in ways which went beyond the boundaries of sex. He was the first and only man I’d ever had sex with, and I liked it. Oh, God, I fucking loved it! I loved him.
“My amore—” Uncertainty quivered in Jemma’s voice. My left hand reached deep inside my pocket. I pulled out the diamond and held it up to her, sparkling in the sunshine, and asked, “Will you marry us?”
With a smile, Rocco’s face beamed.
Her mouth dropped open, asking, “Huh?”
4 out of 5 ‘Poly loving’ Stars
Having a polyamorous relationship has got to be difficult. Pleasing two men or a man and a woman is definitely a full time job. Everything about this story was unconventional. I mean the people – living the lives of the rich and famous, doing things that everyday normal people don’t even dare dream about – this book held all that fantasies are made of.
Avery Aster has a string of books about the “Manhattanites”, this group of elite that live the life of the high society. I say this because I felt that it would be good to recommend (strongly) that you read the other books prior to reading this. It’s not required; I just felt while reading that I would have had a more solid foundation with supporting characters and their motives, behaviors, etc. if I had read the other stories.
Jemma is a retired high fashion model turned fashion designer. Rocco is an estate manager for a super duper luxury estate. And Luigi is the operator of a huge international garment company. Normal, right? Haha. It’s fiction people!!
In the beginning I was a little hateful towards Jemma. She has a recent history of breast cancer (I know, I’m horrible). She has overcome that difficult part of her life but she never really gets past it. She can’t get over the fact that cancer changed her body as well as her mind. She doesn’t feel beautiful anymore and has a difficult time bringing the sexy back into her relationship with Luigi and Rocco. I was like, ‘Girl! You have two gorgeous sexy men pining after you and you are down on yourself?!!’ I mean that in and of itself is a serious confidence booster, right? After a while I tried to place myself in Jemma’s shoes and figured that she did have every right to have some self-esteem issues; she’s just lucky to have two sexy men to help her work them out.
I totally adored Rocco with all his emotional sweetness. The only thing that totally skeeved me out about him was his obsessive nail biting. Ewwww!! A man’s hands say a lot about him and I just can’t think about his ugly nail bitten fingers. Ugh gross. And then there’s Luigi. He’s the alpha. The man’s man. A touch on the arrogant side with enough sexy sweetness that makes you overlook it. The way Luigi and Rocco come together to help Jemma, not only with herself but with their relationship was truly touching.
Never was there a better match than three sides of a perfect triangle. Check out this quick sexy poly-relationship story- makes me think there’s no better way than with three.
New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years.
As a resident of New York City and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city’s glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous.