Virtus Sex: Author's Cut, Virtus Saga #1


Published By: eXtasy Books

Author: Laura Tolomei
ISBN: 978-1-4874-2482-4
Publish Date: April 26, 2019
Series: Virtus #1
ISBN: 978-1-4874-2482-4
Page: 459
Word Count: 139610
Heat Level: 4 Flames
Categories: Fantasy, GLBT, Menage, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Erotica


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When Prince Duncan Caldwell loses his way home and knocks on a stranger’s door, looking to find shelter, he doesn’t know his life is about to change forever. Not because he can’t tear his gaze away from the beautiful woman who opens that door, but more so because she’s a stranger yet he can’t shake the feeling she belongs to him. And discovering she’s been banned from his home can’t stop the vortex of his feelings nor the truth of his world from crashing down on him.

This is just the beginning of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems. Not the world, since its all-pervading sex drive hides a scary lack of violence. Not the people, since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack.

This book starts the love and the passion that entwines fiery sex into this intricate three-way relationship. It’s a unique connection, laced with jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. This is not just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that must overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet if they want to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! To share power and love in equal measures. This is their real challenge, the lesson they must learn. Otherwise, how will their world survive?


Ten years had since passed, yet Ylianor still shivered at the memory of the devastating pain she had worked so hard to forget. But Duncan Caldwell knocking at her door after a ten-year absence from her life had brought it all back in a flash. 


Wearily, she sat next to her father’s bed, glad that he had dozed off and seemed at peace after so many days of suffering and bad temper. She caressed his brow lovingly, checking on his lights. Like she had noticed earlier, they were fading fast, dimming one after another, which was what had made her reasonably sure he would not last the night. 


If she had not said as much to Duncan, it was because he would have thought she was crazy or a witch, like most people believed. One look at his aura and she had realized he knew nothing of the power he must have inherited from his father. Or so it felt because she had seen the odd current coursing through him. Like a wave of no color, or rather of all colors blended together, it had been one man’s distinctive trait. Now that man was long dead, and his son was as unaware of it all as when they had been kids, and he had chased her on every one of Black Rose’s hills. Then that other one had come, and things had never been the same again. Then Prince Charles had died, and things had gone from bad to irretrievably worse. So unbelievably horrible, Duncan seemed to have lost all memory about her. 


Saddened by the mere thought, she closed her eyes to repress the tears welling at the back of her throat. No, she did not want to remember that terrible day she had gone looking for him in Black Rose, in open violation of his mother’s order, only to find she had become a total stranger to him.