AUTHOR: Laura Tolomei
SERIES: Virtus Saga Book 8
FACEBOOK PAGE: Virtus THE Saga
GENRE: Erotica, Gay LGBT, BDSM, Ménage à Trois/Quatre, Multiple Partners, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Series, m/m, m/m/f
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
RELEASED: 1 October 2014
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER: Angela Waters
When Lord Christopher Templeton has to enter Cecilia Hurst’s Game of Masters and Slaves, he already knows he has to prove himself to the man he has adored since the age of reason, Prince Duncan Caldwell. And he can do it only with her, Lady Ylianor Templeton, his bewitching mate and the only woman who can make his two separate halves reunite. Angel or Demon? No, not a question. He is Angel and Demon! Two faces. One incredibly gorgeous man! And only two people can switch him one way or the other. The past in his power. The present in his lust. The future in his temper. Because he is The Lord, and his Game will be unlike any his people have ever seen.
Such is the final setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is what it seems. Not 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 changes everything forever.
This book picks up right where The Princess, Book 7, leaves off and ends the fight, the unbalance and the denial only to begin anew love, passion and torrid sex. 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?
WATTPAD CHAPTER ONE
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“No, not her.” Repressing a chuckle, Duncan’s black eyes gleamed in amusement. “My other sister, Elizabeth, who has gone to Lord Robin Macy’s home to plan her upcoming pledge.” Then, as if on second thought, he found it indispensable to add, “Ylianor is Lord Templeton’s pledge and lives mostly at the Hall. But Black Rose is her native home, so she spends as much time as she can here, when council duties leave her some free time.”
Gee, lover, you didn’t have to go into all the specifics.
Why not? This time, Prince Caldwell did not bother hiding his chortle. It’ll certainly ease Farrell’s decision about taking the job.
Whose fucking side are you on? As soon as it came to him, Chris blocked it, hoping none of the two had picked it up.
“So you’ll be here from time to time.” Like the leader had remarked, the mere idea seemed to improve Farrell’s disposition toward the job offer.
“I’ll be here every chance I get.” Her expression was so smug Chris wished he could wipe it out. “Like yours, my father was the stable keeper here until he died.” Her lips curved maliciously. “And he’s taught me a host of things about his wonderful job, which I’d like to share with you.”
Is this how you plan to hook him, lover? Sarcasm was his only weapon.
“Particularly now that I have a new foal.” That she had gone for the kill was unequivocal, given the excited glint blazing in the dark blue eyes and the iron clamp she tightened on the man’s thigh at the prospect of sharing pointers no doubt.
If that’s what it takes to keep him here, sure. Gaze flicking on the position of her hand, the prince was undoubtedly enjoying himself at Chris’s expenses. Why not?
‘Cause it’s not fucking fair! Another thing he had to swallow down without giving it voice.
“I’d love to.” Farrell was quick to curl his palm over her hand. Then his gaze swung to Duncan. “What about Lady Hurst?” In spite of everything, bafflement clouded the young man’s eyes.
“I’ll talk to her, and I’m sure there won’t be any problem.”
“You don’t have to worry about a thing.” The mere thought of either of the two opposing Duncan’s request was simply ridiculous to anyone who knew how thing stood between them. “I don’t expect any problems from either one.”
“Then will you stay?” Full of anticipation, the green eyes locked in the dark blue ones.
“It’ll be an honor.” He lingered on sleeping beauty just a tad more than he was required. “And a privilege, Leader, to serve you.” He bowed to Prince Caldwell, deferential yet not submissive.
“Wonderful!” Happy as a child, Ylianor clapped her hands and got up. “If you don’t mind, Leader, I’ll show him around.” Tugging on Farrell’s hand, she made him stand up as well. “I want to introduce him to the horses and also show him his quarters, the room above the stables.”
Since when is she deciding things here at Black Rose? Chris could not control himself.
Since it’s evident she wants to be alone with him. “Sure, Princess, go right ahead.” Or would you rather do the honors?
Before Chris had the chance to reply, Ylianor was whisking Farrell away as if to avoid such possibility. “Oh, and…” Midway, she stopped and spun around to fix him alone. “Lord Templeton, be a dear and don’t wait up for me.” She cocked her head in Farrell’s direction. I think I’m going to have my hands full for a while. “All right?” Whirling back, she opened the door and stepped out of the office, the young man at her heels. And probably something else, too. Then she sped out the room, closing the door behind her.