Title: Sound of Us
Series: Us #2
Author: A.M. Arthur
Publisher: Briggs-King Books
Release Date: April 21, 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male Menage
Length: 304 pages
Genre: Gay Romance
Synopsis
Jake Bowden didn’t expect to be settling into
a strong, loving relationship with another guy at only twenty-three years
old—never mind with two. His chemistry with Cris is as strong as ever, while
things with Charles are more like a simmer than a heavy boil. Charles says he’s
perfectly content to go at Jake’s pace, but Jake isn’t sure slow is what he
wants anymore. And when Jake wants something, he isn’t shy about going after
it.
Cris Sable is head-over-heels in love with the
two men in his life, and he’s vowed to do everything he can to protect the
fragile, three-way relationship they’re cultivating—even if it means lying
about his past. A dark past that resurfaces in an unexpected way and forces
Cris to make the difficult choice between shielding Jake and Charles from it,
or trusting them enough to help him face it head-on.
Charles Greenwood had forgotten what it felt
like to be loved, until a feisty go-go boy and an ex-porn star fell into his
bed, and then stole his heart away. He loves both men equally, but differently,
slowly stoking the fire of the chemistry he shares with Jake, while
passionately pursuing Cris—both in and out of bed. Their lives are entwining in
the very best way…until Cris starts to pull away, distancing himself from the
loving support of their triad. And after Cris disappears one night on a drunken
bender, Charles vows to do whatever it takes to prove to Cris that he can trust
them with anything—mind, body and spirit.
Three separate hearts will finally beat as
one.
Note: This is the continuation of an m/m/m
romance begun in Here For Us and is best read in order to fully enjoy the
character and story development. The book also contains mild BDSM elements,
including spanking.
Excerpt
Jake swallowed hard before facing Chet. “I
want to move back to Benny’s apartment for a while, so I can prove I can
function on my own and manage my meds, and that all of my progress isn’t going
to go away if you guys aren’t here twenty-four-seven to prop me up.”
Chet’s frown softened into a fond smile. “I
think that’s a very mature decision, Jake.”
“You do?”
“Very much so. In fact, I’ve been struggling
with a way to bring this up myself.”
Jake edged backward a step. “You want me to
leave?”
“Quite the opposite.” Chet invaded Jake’s
personal space, trapping Jake between the island and his taller body. He
hunched down to meet Jake’s eyes and planted both hands on the countertop
behind Jake. “I love you here, in my house and in my bed. But I brought you
here knowing it was temporary, and now that you’re managing your illness, you
need to start managing your life again.”
“Yeah,” Jake said.
“So if you leave, I want you to leave knowing
you will always be welcome back.”
“Thank you.” Jake’s lips curled into a sexy
smirk. “Plus, us living in different places means we can go on, like, real
dates. You and me don’t really do a lot just the two of us.”
“That’s true, and we can most certainly manage
dates. I’d love to spend time with you outside of this house.”
“But what about other people knowing that all
three of us are dating?” He squirmed enough that Chet stepped back, giving him
space.
“What about it?” Chet asked. “Even if the
three of us went out to a meal in a nice restaurant, no one would know we were
together unless we began swapping kisses at the table.”
The mental image of the three of them dressed
up and making out in a fancy restaurant made Cris’s dick twitch with interest.
He’d never do it, but goddamn, he wanted to publicly claim these two amazing,
passionate men as his, and no one else’s.
“I guess.” Jake didn’t sound happy about the
idea of their threesome being discovered, and that hurt a little bit.
“Are you embarrassed to be dating two men at
once?” Cris asked.
“Not really. I mean, it isn’t that I’m
embarrassed by you guys. It’s just that this is so…abnormal.”
Cris flinched.
“Shit, that’s the wrong word,” Jake said. He
pushed away from the counter and stalked to the kitchen table. Grabbed the back
of a chair but didn’t turn around. “Chet explained polyamory to me and I get
it. I do. But not everyone else will. Most people won’t.”
“That didn’t seem to be an issue when we
started this weeks ago,” Cris said, confused by this new hesitation in Jake.
And frustrated at talking to his back. “Will you look at us, please?”
Jake turned, arms crossed, a familiar look of
defiance on his face.
“I think I understand,” Chet said. “Jake
leaving moves this relationship outside of these four walls. It’s no longer
protected. No longer hidden from outside scrutiny and criticism.”
“But that’s going to have to happen at some
point,” Cris said. “We can’t hide forever, and we shouldn’t have to.” They’d
already been hiding for weeks, and all Cris wanted to do was shout to the rooftops
about how lucky he was.
“I know that, okay?” Jake snapped. “I just…I’m
a go-go dancer, you know? People hear that and automatically assume I’m some
kind of slut, so what will they think if they know I’m seeing two guys at once?
Uber-slut dancer, aisle threesome?”
“You know you aren’t a slut, so why does it
matter so much what other people think?”
Jake took three strides forward, hands balled
at his sides, unexpected anger blazing in his eyes. “That’s easy for you to
say. You’re this big, buff dude who can shut people up with a glare, and you’re
comfortable with people looking at you. You did porn, for fuck’s sake. And
maybe I dance half-naked for money, but that doesn’t mean I want people staring
at my personal life and dissecting it. It’s too private for that.”
Cris frowned. “Just because I did porn doesn’t
mean I’m comfortable with people getting up in my personal life either. Why the
hell do you think I used a stage name? Yeah, I showed off my naked body, but
Dane wasn’t me, Jake. Internet subscribers don’t get the real me. You guys do.”
“So if you don’t want people up in our
business, either, why don’t you get what I’m saying?” Jake was coiled tight,
one wrong word away from bursting into tears.
Cris had to fix this. “I do get what you’re
saying. I guess I see our relationship differently. I don’t see it as this
weird, bizarre thing that people are going to examine under a microscope like
we’re a new strain of bacteria. I’m so goddamn proud to be with both of you,
and I want to show it. I want people to know you guys are mine and that I love
you. I can’t do that if we’re hiding in this house.”
A single tear slipped down Jake’s cheek, and
the sight of it broke Cris’s heart a little bit. He swept Jake into his arms,
grateful that Jake didn’t struggle or protest the hug. “I’m sorry,” Cris
whispered. “I’m sorry I can’t say the right thing, I’m sorry.”
“You said the right thing,” Jake said into his
armpit. “I’m the emotional mess who gets weepy over the way you say ‘I love
you’.”
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Meet
the Author
A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same
kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone's throw from both
beach resorts and generational farmland. She's been creating stories in her
head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing
battle to make the fictional voices stop. She credits an early fascination with
male friendships (bromance hadn't been coined yet back then) with her later
discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories. A.M. Arthur's
work is available from Carina Press, Dreamspinner Press, SMP Swerve, and
Briggs-King Books.
When not exorcising the voices in her head,
she toils away in a retail job that tests her patience and gives her lots of
story fodder. She can also be found in her kitchen, pretending she's an amateur
chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.
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