Vivien Dean

There isn’t anything Annie Pontin won’t do for her lover, the reclusive artifact collector Quin Black. As his personal assistant, she even takes care of the most valuable item in his collection, a ruby-encrusted sword that dates over two thousand years old. One day while cleaning it, she cuts herself on the blade. The next thing she knows, the sword is gone, and in its place ... a young man named Theodotus.<br><br>Theo claims to know Quin, but when she asks Quin the whole story, what unfolds is out of this world. She isn’t prepared to hear how he sold his soul in order to be with his dead lover forever, nor does she want to hear that he’s lived for centuries. The only problem is, Quin refuses to let her walk away. He wants them both. Now he and Theo just need to convince her to stay ...

Blood of Souls

He silenced her with a kiss. His mouth was different than Quin’s, fuller, softer, and his questing wasn’t quite as demanding. But his tongue tasted sweet, teasing rather than taking, and Annie gave herself over to it, leaning against his broad chest as Quin’s hands danced over her skin.


When she and Theo parted, they were both panting.


Annie was the one who sought his mouth the second time. So wrapped up in his sinful kisses, she was barely aware of Quin sinking to his knees, or of the way he nibbled at the edges of her tiny bikini briefs. She shivered without his body heat to warm her, prompting Theo to turn her around the rest of the way.


“I’m not cold,” she murmured against his lips.


He smiled. “Maybe I just wanted to hold you.”


His hard cock pressed into her stomach through the baggy sweats. Would they both want to fuck her at the same time? Would he rather Quin fucked him while she watched? How did threesomes do this?


Chapter 22