But
what happens after the wedding?
The
last few months of Mia Harrington’s life have been tumultuous, to
say the least. Losing her father, the bombshell in his will, followed
by her multiple whirlwind romances and subsequent marriage—it’s
little wonder she’s so thrilled to be spending three weeks in a
tropical paradise with her four men. Rest, relaxation and a hefty
dose of fun is precisely what they all need.
But
the unconventional honeymoon isn’t all sea, sun, sand, and
scorching sex. Back home in England, they have careers,
responsibilities, other things that take up their time. Being in each
other’s pockets on a tiny island is a challenge—but is it one
they can rise to? Will this make or break their relationships? And
when being away from it all gives them time to think, what impact
will that have on the decisions they make about their futures?
Buy
now (or read in Kindle Unlimited):
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07BZPF7LF/
Excerpt
Mia
Harrington sighed contentedly and tipped her head back to allow the
sun’s rays to bathe her face. Her blonde hair swished gently behind
her in the sea breeze. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d
been so thoroughly relaxed. Sitting on the wooden deck of her
bungalow with her bare feet dangling over the clear blue waters of
the Indian Ocean was exactly what the doctor ordered.
She
snorted. Her surgeon boyfriend, Alex Cartwright, hadn’t even
organised this trip, though she was sure he’d had some input. No,
this supremely unconventional yet utterly perfect honeymoon was all
the doing of her brand-new husband, Elias. It wasn’t the location
that was unconventional—honeymooners probably flocked to these
secluded islands in their droves to celebrate their nuptials. No, it
was the fact Mia and her husband had three tagalongs—Alex, Thomas
Walker, and Arjun Chaudary—each of whom she was in a romantic
relationship with. And everyone involved was perfectly okay with it.
Elias
had even had the foresight to book five separate over-water
bungalows—money was no object for her investment banker husband,
after all—giving each of them the opportunity for their own space.
Yes, the picturesque thatched huts were all in a row with a wooden
walkway connecting them, but if any of the group wanted some alone
time, they could easily get it. Essential, really, when five adults
were living in each other’s pockets for three weeks on a tiny
island, no matter how stunningly beautiful it was.
They’d
been on honeymoon for three days, and so far, it was working out
well. Being together—or at least within shouting distance of one
another—twenty-four seven was a little weird, and not even close to
how things would be when they got back to England, but Mia figured it
would be a good test of the strength of their relationships. If there
were any cracks, they would definitely be showing by the end of the
trip. But if they all got along, then it was a good sign for their
quirky future as a fivesome.
Quirky
hardly covered it, if Mia was honest with herself. Her life had been
nuts since the death of her father almost eight months previously. As
an only child, and with her mother already dead, Mia stood to inherit
her father’s estate—which included her beloved childhood home, a
considerable fortune, the land and wider estate on which the house
stood, and more besides.
But,
to her shock and dismay, her father had put a caveat in his will,
requiring Mia to marry what he deemed to be a suitable husband in
order to inherit. A husband who would be willing to not only take her
last name, ensuring any offspring they had would continue the
Harrington line, but to sign a prenuptial agreement stating that he
wouldn’t get a penny if they divorced.
Mia
didn’t care about the money, but she did care deeply about her
home, and the estate, which provided jobs for so many in the
area—herself included. Added to that, if she didn’t marry, her
worthless, money-grabbing cousin, Quinn, would get his hands on
everything. Knowing perfectly well he wouldn’t give the house, the
tenants, or the employees a second thought, Mia had resolved to find
herself a husband—no matter how unimpressed she was about the idea.
It was the only way to keep her home, protect the livelihoods of the
estate workers, and prevent Quinn from squandering it all away.
It
had all happened a great deal faster than she’d been expecting,
however, and with a bunch more variables thrown in. Which was how
she’d ended up on honeymoon with her new husband and three other
men—all of whom she adored, and who adored her right back.
It
was truly idyllic. Not just the location, but the situation. The
company. She was with her four gorgeous guys on a private island with
no prying eyes, no one to see or care what they were up to. The
members of staff who kept things clean and tidy for them and provided
their
food
packages were incredibly efficient and discreet, so she wasn’t
worried about them gossiping. It was more than their jobs were worth,
after all, and in this part of the world she imagined jobs were few
and far between. Although part of her felt guilty they were having
such a lazy, luxurious time while the locals worked so hard and
probably earned very little for their efforts, another part of her
was glad they were injecting money into the area. It likely relied on
tourism to keep things going.
Mia
and her men had surrendered their phones and tablets on arrival, and
the resultant lack of contact with the outside world meant none of
their jobs or other responsibilities would encroach on their time in
this island paradise—though they could be contacted in an absolute
emergency. Even better, there were no interruptions, diary clashes,
or physical distances between them. They could be themselves, spend
quality time together, relax, have fun, and do whatever they wanted,
whenever they wanted to.
Up
until now, they hadn’t done very much at all since they were
getting over the long journey and the time zone change. Alex seemed
to have recovered quickest—probably since he was used to working
different shifts and insane hours at the hospital back home. He’d
grown used to snatching hours or even minutes of sleep as and when he
could. For Mia, Thomas, Elias, and Arjun, who all worked more regular
hours, it had taken longer, but everyone finally seemed to be back on
an even keel.
The
deck creaked: someone was coming. Mia didn’t turn; the staff had
disappeared after clearing away their breakfast things, so it could
only be one of her men, and she honestly didn’t mind which. Half
the fun of having them all in the same place at the same time was not
knowing what was going to happen next, or with whom. Her new life was
unpredictable, but in a safe way, a status quo which suited Mia’s
personality perfectly—she liked adventure and excitement, but not
too much. If controlled chaos was a thing, that was what she was
aiming for.
A
moment later she sensed a person right behind her, felt their body
heat, and then gentle hands covered her eyes. A whiff of cologne
reached her nostrils, telling her exactly who it was, but she kept
quiet—she didn’t want to ruin the game.
Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels
Stately
Pleasures (named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That
You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an
Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight
and The
Heiress’s Harem series.
Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to
her name. Find out more about her writing at
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
or on Twitter
or Facebook.
Join her Facebook
group
for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for
automatic updates on Amazon
or BookBub.
Subscribe to her newsletter here:
http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter
No comments:
Post a Comment
Let me know your thoughts! (And if you're having trouble commenting, try enabling third-party cookies in your browser...)