I have Beth D. Carter visiting today with her new, adult, Ménage à trois (MFM, MMF) novel, The Song Bird

Please tell us a little about your new release (The Song Bird) without giving too much of a spoiler away.

It’s a historical ménage romance, set in San Francisco, a few years after the gold rush of 1849.  I was drawn to this time period after a vacation there. I bicycled over the Golden Gate Bridge, I took a boat to Alcatraz, and walked up and down the hills of Chinatown. San Francisco has such a rich history, full of excitement and violence, that this story practically jumped to life.

Did you plan out all the characters before you started the story or did they develop as you wrote?

My heroine, Avilon, demanded at the start to be a strong woman, atypical of the year she lives in.  She’s world savvy, yet manages to hold a last spark of innocence that draws in her two men,  Eli and Jason. As for writing the men, they developed over the course of writing the story.

What drew you to this time period?

Everyone knows of the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, but there’s a really dark side that many not know, and that’s what drew me.  After gold was discovered in Coloma in 1849 and California was annexed as a state, everything was thrown into chaos. People wanted to bring law and order, but the wildness didn’t want to leave just yet.

Blurb:

Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister.  All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.

When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice.  But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.

Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger.  As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.

Excerpt:

“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”

Confusion clouded their eyes. 

“What do you mean?” Eli asked.

“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”

The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.

“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.

“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.

That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.

Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.

Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.

Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.

Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her. 

“What?” she asked, startled.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”

Author Info:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: 

Author Links:

https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor

https://www.instagram.com/bethdcarter/

http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/

Amazon author pagehttp://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1

Where to Buy

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-song-bird-by-beth-d-carter/

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