Today I’m excited to welcome M.J. Edwards who has joined us to talk about his new release The Escort’s Tale. As an extra bonus, M.J. has written a short companion story that can be read in it’s entirety by visiting each stop on the tour. Scroll down to the Guest Post to read Part 1.
Title: The Escort’s Tale: an MMF Bisexual Romance
Author: M.J. Edwards (pen name for Robert Winter)
Publisher: Snow King Books
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Heat Level: 5 – Erotica
Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 199 pages
Genre: Romance, Erotica, bi for you
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Synopsis
Do you want to spice up your marriage? Or perhaps you have a cuckold fantasy? Whatever your desire or kink, call JD Pierce.
Under his working name, Jasper has built a solid clientele and reputation. As JD Pierce, high-priced escort, he specializes in bringing bisexual fantasies to life. Sometimes a husband needs to be humiliated. Maybe a couple wants to be naughty and roleplay the seduction of an impressionable boy. Jasper, aka JD, is the man for the job.
When a young woman with a unique problem contacts Jasper, though, he fears he’s out of his depth. Alethia’s husband Nick suffered a spinal cord injury. He has paraplegia. The couple can no longer have conventional sex, and it’s driving a wedge between them. Nick is straight, but Alethia hires Jasper to help them fix things.
Despite his doubts, Jasper throws himself into the challenge. He wants to help sexy Nick reconnect with his beautiful wife. Using imagination and honesty, he unearths hidden fantasies in both of them. What he isn’t prepared for is his attraction to these new clients. The feeling grows quickly from desire to friendship and maybe something more. Will Jasper help Nick and Alethia and then move on? Or will they be the couple to bring to life this escort’s own fantasy?
The Escort’s Tale is a standalone bisexual erotic romance featuring a well-endowed lover-for-hire, a troubled man in a wheelchair, and the determined woman who brings them all together.
Excerpt from The Escort’s Tale, Chapter Two:
“Would you like to tell me how my name came up?” I ask, gauging that Alethia’s ready to discuss it.
She sets down her glass and darts glances left and right. Satisfied no one will overhear, she leans closer and speaks in a quiet, private voice. “Meredith is aware that my husband and I are facing some difficulties in our marriage. I mentioned to her recently over lunch that we’ve been struggling for a solution. She was very, um, detailed about her experiences with you.” Alethia blushes prettily. “And complimentary, as well.”
I smile at the circumspection. “Meredith has been a good client. I’m happy to hear she says nice things, since I don’t exactly ask for Yelp reviews.”
She snorts a little laugh, which I find charmingly awkward on such a chic woman. She puts a hand over her mouth to cover a grin. “I understand why, though that makes it tricky for, um…”
“Yes?” I prompt. “For someone in need of my services to find me?” I wink to show I take it lightly.
Alethia bobs her head in agreement. “I’d think in the internet age there’d be some sort of specialized rating service or booking site.”
There are a few actually, but I choose to avoid those. I don’t like the risk of zealous law enforcement having information about my working name or clientele. Word of mouth has always generated enough business for me anyway.
Since she seems more comfortable now, I dive in. “Why don’t you give me a general idea of what you’re looking for? We can discuss whether I’d be a good fit.”
Alethia inhales sharply and grabs her tea for a quick distraction. I wait her out again as she sips. Eventually, she places the glass back down with a sharp click and takes another glance around. She clasps her hands on the table top, as in prayer. I lean in, close enough to scent a trace of her delicate perfume. The essence of orange blossoms fills the air around her.
“My husband and I have been together for five years, nearly six,” she begins. “Nick has always been an avid rock climber. He played rugby, skied, competed in triathlons. Everything active like that you can think of. Eighteen months ago, he—”
She breaks off for a long moment to look at her entwined hands. Her knuckles gleam white, and I find myself reaching out to cover them with one of my own. She gives a shuddering breath at the touch, but doesn’t pull away.
“During a climb one afternoon on some cliffs, Nick had a bad fall when a handhold crumbled. The accident left him with a spinal cord injury. My husband uses a wheelchair now. He has paraplegia.”
I hear a sympathetic noise come out of me, entirely unplanned. She glances up to meet me eyes so I explain. “I’m sorry. I have a buddy from the Army who suffered an SCI. Rehab helped some, but it’s been a hard road for him.”
Alethia bites her lip and nods slowly. “It’s been…a learning process. Nick is strong-willed, though, and for the most part he’s adapted. We have home health aides to address his needs where he won’t accept my help. Also, we live in an apartment on a single floor that’s been made ready to accommodate his wheelchair.” She looks to where my hand still covers hers. “The problem is our sex life,” she whispers.
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If you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.
My novel The Escort’s Tale is a bisexual romance, told from the perspective of the sex worker Jasper Dylan, who sees clients under the working name of JD Pierce. One day Alethia Ballantine contacts Jasper; her husband Nick has suffered a spinal cord injury, is in a wheelchair, and can no longer walk or make love to her. Alethia and Nick have decided to hire a professional escort in an attempt to deal with the issues in their sex life.
Chapter Three describes Jasper’s first meeting with Nick when the escort arrives at their apartment, from Jasper’s perspective. The thoughts, fears and hopes of Nick Ballantine in that first meeting seemed like a story worth telling, though. Each stop on my blog tour for The Escort’s Tale contains a section of Nick’s story, in something I had to call…
THE HUSBAND’S TALE
By M.J. Edwards
Part 5
[Previously] And there he stands. JD Pierce, escort. The man we’ve engaged to service Alethia.
JD is a little shy of six feet tall at a guess. Slender, blond, with an open, kind expression on his face, he wears a light blue shirt under a nice sport coat, and blue jeans. It’s a pulled-together look that I could never be bothered with, to Ali’s mild disappointment She loves clothes, and for years she’s tried to get me more interested in my wardrobe. I like to keep it simple, though. I’m wearing a black polo, jeans, and loafers on my useless feet, just like always.
JD is looking around the apartment and then at the view from our window. He hasn’t spotted me yet, I think, so I take the time to study him more. He looks impressed at our place, but not intimidated. The way he stands suggests someone at ease in his skin, and confident that he can handle himself. His gaze is frank and open, not at all the sleazy leer I’d conjured up for a male prostitute.
Ali walks over to me and rests a hand on my shoulder so that we’re facing JD together. A united front. I make a quick resolution. This man is just what Ali needs, but if she’s going to see this through, I’ll have to put aside every bit of my fear, my doubt, my jealousy.
I have to be the husband that Alethia deserves.
With all the courage I used to apply to climbing a sheer wall of rock, I stick out my hand. “Hello, JD. I’m Nick Ballantine.”
JD meets my eyes, and I see something warm and strange flare in his gaze. Does the chair surprise him? No, it shouldn’t, because he knows that’s why he’s here. I also see no pity, which is a marvel. If anything, I’d say he looks…impressed.
A flash of pink draws my eyes to his upper lip, which he’s just wetted nervously with a flick of his tongue. I like that gesture, actually, because it shows that he’s feeling some tension about this fucked-up situation. Almost unconsciously, I puff up my chest and square my shoulders.
JD shakes with me, and I realize that his pupils are dilated, his grip warm and firm. A little shiver communicates from his hand to mine, then runs up my arm to my neck. The hairs stand up along the way, as if an electric charge were near.
“Hi Nick. I’m glad to meet you,” he says earnestly, in a normal volume. You wouldn’t believe how many people look at my chair and decide I’m hard of hearing, or intellectually challenged. Not this guy. No trace of condescension appears in his tone. He looks at me and talks to me like I’m a man, not a project or a tragic figure. After those years in boardrooms, I know the sincerity I hear in JD’s voice isn’t faked.
Reminding myself of the need to set a good tone for Alethia’s sake, I say to her, “You were right, babe. He’s good looking.”
JD blushes slightly at the comment and drops his eyes. Wait…did he drop his eyes to my chest?
Then I remember what Alethia told me about our new employee: JD is bisexual, and specializes in couples. I’m an idiot, I guess, because I’ve been focused solely on the situation with my wife. I haven’t realized until this exact moment that he might be into Alethia and me.
Huh.
I don’t have time to process how that makes me feel before Alethia offers JD a drink. Soon, he and I are sipping bourbon while Ali enjoys a glass of her favorite white wine. I’m listening with just one ear as Ali tells him about our apartment and makes small talk, because I’m still thinking about the way JD looked at me.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the head of Nick. Don’t miss part 6, and you can follow the rest by dropping in for each stop of my blog tour:
Part 1 | 12/10/2018 | IndiGo |
Part 2 | 12/10/2018 | Mainely Stories |
Part 3 | 12/11/2018 | Bayou Book Junkie |
Part 4 | 12/11/2018 | Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author |
Part 5 | 12/12/2018 | Love Bytes Reviews |
Part 6 | 12/13/2018 | J. Scott Coatsworth |
Part 7 | 12/14/2018 | The Blogger Girls |
If you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.
M.J. Edwards is the pen name for Robert Winter. As Robert, I write primarily gay contemporary romance. M.J. is the alter ego under which I get to explore a more erotic side of romance, with combinations of characters along the LGBTQ spectrum. The stories are light on angst, heavy on sex, and a happy ending for all is my goal.
I love hearing from readers so please feel free to ask questions or make comments. You can email me at mjedwardsauthor@gmail.com or find me on Goodreads.
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12/10 IndiGo
12/10 MainelyStories
12/11 Bayou Book Junkie
12/11 Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author
12/12 Love Bytes
12/13 J. Scott Coatsworth
12/14 The Blogger Girls