Thursday, 17 February 2011

Excerpt Day - Entangled Trio © Cat Grant



The two-bedroom apartment she and Aleks used whenever they were in town lay in a quiet, upscale neighborhood not far from the opera house. Colette had never been so happy to throw on her robe and brew herself a cup of chamomile. It usually did the trick whenever she had an upset stomach, but the doorbell’s insistent buzz interrupted her before she’d taken her second sip.


Of course, it had to be David. He’d visited her here half a dozen times over the past few weeks. Now she could’ve kicked herself for not insisting they meet at his hotel.


The bell rang again. And again. Then he started knocking, loudly and persistently. She’d hoped by now he would’ve figured out she didn’t want to talk to him, but it seemed there was little chance of that. Better get rid of him before her neighbors called the police.


She set her cup down on the round mahogany side table and heaved herself off the couch with a groan, then marched over to the door, sucked in a breath and opened it. She’d expected him to be angry, but he looked more sad than anything else. Crushed, actually. Like a puppy whose owners had gone off on holiday and never came back.


“You didn’t tell me goodbye,” he said softly, accusingly.


“I’m sorry. I thought it was for the best.”


“Why the hell would you think that?”


His voice was rising. Not good. She needed to quell this outburst right now. “It’s my fault. Somehow I must have given you the impression that this was… That I could offer you more than what we’ve had these past few weeks.” Another breath, and then, “It’s over, David. You need to understand that.”


He stared at her, shoving his hands in his pockets. Finally he shook his head. “No. I don’t understand it, and I don’t accept it.”


“But…I explained to you from the beginning that this couldn’t be permanent—”


“Yeah, I know. But I remember everything you said—and everything you did—all those times we fucked. I remember the way you held onto me in the mornings, like you couldn’t bear to let me go. People don’t do things like that if they don’t fucking care.”


The apartment door down the hall cracked open and a gray head poked out. Oh wonderful. Exactly what she’d hoped to avoid. Tamping down a sigh, she grabbed David’s sleeve and yanked him inside.


She managed to get the door shut before rounding on him with her deadliest glare. “Why are you being so stubborn about this? You do realize I’m leaving tomorrow?”


“To go back to your husband?”


“Yes! I told you that weeks ago. I’m happily married.”


“Now I know that’s bullshit. Happily married people don’t have affairs.”


“What do you know about it?” she snapped. “Have you ever been separated from someone you love for months at a time? Do you have any idea how lonely it is?” He didn’t have a quick answer—luckily for him, since she was poised to slap him if he tried. “You provincial Americans with your holier-than-thou morality. How dare you judge me!”


Now he looked as stunned as if she actually had slapped him, minus the angry red imprint of her hand across his face. “I’m sorry. But I care about you, Colette. I can’t just flick my feelings off like a light switch.”


“What makes you think I can?”


“Then…” He reached for her hand, carrying it to his lips to press a soft kiss to her palm. “Give me one last night with you, so we can say a proper goodbye. Please.


She should’ve seen this coming. On some level she had seen this coming, and she’d let him in anyway. Did that mean she actually wanted him to stay? But this wasn’t about what either of them wanted. She had to make him understand what had happened between them was now firmly in the past.


“We can’t,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I have someone waiting for me, and—”


“And I’m not him. Believe me, I get it. But what if I could give you something he can’t?”


“What do you mean?”


He sank to his knees, just like at rehearsal a few weeks ago. Then he lifted the hem of her robe and planted sweet, delicate kisses on both her feet. An instantaneous surge of arousal tore through her, stiffening her nipples, making the room shimmy before her eyes. Trembling, she flailed out with one hand, latching onto a nearby armchair to steady herself. “H-How did you…?”


“I remember how you reacted the first time I knelt down in front of you. It’s the reason you wanted me, isn’t it?”


Every last drop of blood in her body had rushed into her face—at least, that’s what it felt like. He’d seen her naked plenty of times. He’d fucked her in any number of positions, and she’d loved every second. He’d made her see God, the angels and entire new universes when she came. All that, and yet he still had the power to make her blush. He’d found the one secret she had left—the longing to be in control. The one thing Aleks would never let her have.


© Cat Grant

Entangled Trio

Author: Cat Grant

Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing,

Genre: Menage

Release Date – 18th Feb

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Renowned mezzo-soprano Colette DuPlessis is carrying on a torrid affair with her costar, handsome young tenor David Lewis. David wants Colette as more than just a short-term fling, but she must return home to Paris—and her husband, conductor Aleksandr Petrovsky.

Though she and Aleks have an open marriage, Colette vows never to see David again. But when her new costar cancels right before opening night, she has no choice but to suggest David as a replacement.

It doesn’t take long before Aleks notices the amazing chemistry sizzling between David and his wife—and realizes he’s attracted to the gorgeous young singer himself. He and Colette quickly make it their mission to seduce him.

The three of them explore the far reaches of pain and pleasure. But Colette and David both soon learn they must guard their hearts closely, or risk losing themselves within this entangled trio.


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