Sexual Healing for Three [The Matchmaker 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)
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by Gracie C. McKeever
Description: [Menage Amour: Erotic Menage a Trois Romance M/F/M, Interracial, May-December, BDSM, public exhibition] Escaping an abusive past, Donna Vega is determined never to be the victim of a man's whims again. She doesn't have the inclination or time for one man, much less two. Wiccan and drowning survivor, Chance Novak, has inherited psychic gifts that he's wary of using. When he meets Donna at a domestic abuse seminar, Chance recognizes an injured soul that he'd like to heal. But can he get past Donna's armor to make her see him as more than just a colleague? Russell Merrick has always put everyone's needs before his own, pursuing a vanilla ideal of wedded bliss. But now since his divorce can he abide sharing the one woman who could fulfill his every sexual fetish, when his younger brother is the other man? [Erotic Menage a Trois Romance, Interracial, May-December, BDSM, public exhibition. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Menage Amour, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [457 KB]
Reading time: 296-415 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"5 TOMBSTONES: Gracie McKeever's novel... is a masterpiece. The novel is wonderfully written. The reader is captured right from the beginning. The excitement maintains until the very end. The author makes you feel the emotions these characters experience. There are so many concepts and emotions cleverly laced together throughout the story. I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and look forward to reading more pieces from this author." -- Rachel Smith, Bitten by Books
"5 KISSES: I liked Sexual Healing for Three. The different voices gave me insight into each character and each person was believable and real to me. I enjoyed the sex scenes. They were believable and I liked that not every love scene involved all three of them. I also liked that each man spoke to Donna of his love for her and that Donna gradually began to realize that while the sex was good with only one of the brothers, it was better emotionally for them all to be together. While the happy ending is unconventional it does satisfy and provide hope for their future." -- Sheila, TwoLipsReviews
"5 STARS: Sexual Healing for Three is an entertaining read. Gracie C. McKeever combines, romance, paranormal, ex-wives, bdsm, psychopaths, and danger to create a page turner. I finished this book in one setting. I could not lay it down." -- Anne Boling, ReviewYourBook
"4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: Ms. McKeever weaves a spicy tale of a woman who has been hurt and the two men that help her overcome it and take a chance on love once more. When I originally requested this book, I didn't realize that there would be elements of BDSM in it. Not that it distracted from it in the least. Having Russ being a practicing Dom was a pleasant surprise and balanced out the relationship between Donna and Chance perfectly. This is a wonderful read and covers the topics of abuse tastefully. I would definitely read Ms. McKeever's work again." -- Dakota, Dark Diva Reviews
"4.5 CHERRIES: Ms. McKeever writes a gripping novel about coming to terms with who we are and what we want out of our lives. Her characters are unique and memorable. They stay with you once the book closes. Her scenes are rich with details, keeping the reader firmly entrenched in the story. The love scenes are graphic, but filled with passion. You know these people love each other and are afraid to upset the balance in their lives. Donna is a great heroine. She knows what she wants and gets it, unless she's got to deal with her fears. As the story goes, she grows and becomes a stronger woman. She proves the old adage that you can't let your fears rule your life. The reader can connect with her journey. Chance and Russ are fun heroes. The brothers know they want the same woman, but it's the differences in their personalities that make them unique and loveable. Russ had the stereotypical suburban life, but he isn't the typical suburbanite readers can relate to his inner turmoil with who he is. In the same vein, Chance deals with his special powers, but he's still uncomfortable with them. Who doesn't have something about themselves that they aren't totally happy with? These small fears make all three characters human. You want to see them succeed and succeed together. If you want a steamy novel about learning how to be yourself, and how to accept what you can't change, then Sexual Healing for Three is the novel for you." -- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Romance Reviews
* * * *
ER, Belfiore Hospital, Bronx, New York, Current Day
Invisible as air, Donna Vega glided through the white sanitized room, weaving around the people surrounding and frantically working on a body lying motionless on a stretcher.
Was she unconscious or dead?
Curious, she sidled closer to the action and peeked over several heads and shoulders. She finally recognized the man at the center of the action inserting a chest tube as a nurse busied herself cutting off the balance of Donna's blood-stained clothes.
His name slipped out of her mouth just above a whisper, but it still surprised her when he looked up from what he was doing to stare directly at her, frowning as if he could see her.
Chance blinked and shook his head at the nurse's question, then went back to work tending to Donna's various injuries.
She'd watched him work in the past, numerous times, his lean, tanned fingers quick and efficient, steady and sure. But now she knew what it felt like to experience his touch under optimal circumstances. She had experienced the slow, tender passion of a man who knew how and was more than willing to please a woman and not just the cool, impersonal touch of a medical professional obligated to patch a battered woman up.
Donna closed her eyes and swallowed hard, wondered if she would feel Chance's intimate, sensual touch again. She certainly couldn't feel it now, and his hands were all over her, not as steady and sure as usual, but performing all sorts of medical procedures on her in the name of diagnosing and stabilizing her condition.
She caught several terms that alarmed her, the least of which was "extensive internal injuries and bleeding."
Donna perked up her ears and watched as another man clad in scrubs breezed into the room and rubbed his hands together as if preparing for a tasty banquet. "Someone call for a surgery consult?"
Surgery? Oh no.
She wanted to stick her fingers in her ears to keep from hearing just what kind of shape she was in. From what she could make of the laundry list of damages Chance ran down--broken ribs, tension pneumothorax, possible blunt liver trauma, and varied lacerations, contusions, and a concussion--she didn't sound like she was doing too well.
And the hell of it was she couldn't remember what had happened to her.
The last thing she did remember was...what? Damn, her memory was so foggy.
"Definitely a candidate for surgery," the new arrival said. "At the very least, we'll need to do a peritoneal lavage to evaluate--"
"There's no indication for surgery, not without a CT scan, Davis. Surgical literature--"
"You can't count on the bleeding to stop before exploration. That's too risk--"
"Damn it, I'm not cutting her open!"
"You're right. You're not, Novak," Davis whispered, put his hand on Chance's arm, and squeezed. "You're too close to this case, too close to this patient. You need to recuse yourself."
Chance jerked away, and Donna didn't think she had ever seen him looking as uncertain and...Crap, he was scared. She was in bad shape if Chance, a man who could heal the sick and injured with just a touch, like Christ, was scared.
"I know what I'm talking about, Davis. We need to go with conservative treat--"
"She's going into arrest!"
Donna turned her focus from the two men debating to the other doctors and nurses jumping into action and preparing to apply an electric shock to her body.
How many times had she watched this same scene played out on her favorite television shows and movies? How many times had there been a negative outcome? But at least in the movies, the actor got up after the director yelled, "Cut!" none the worse for wear.
The only cut in this scenario would be into her if Davis-the-surgeon had anything to say about it. And she sincerely hoped that he didn't.
Donna watched her body violently buck off the stretcher when Chance applied the paddles to her chest, then listened to the piercing sound of her heart continuing to flatline.
This isn't happening! I can't be dying. I've only just discovered love. I've only just discovered how beautiful and wonderful it can be. I've only just discovered how right and normal it is to have two men to call my own
Maybe that was it. Despite what Angela had said about her having two soul mates and there being nothing wrong with her indulging her desires with both Chance and Russ, God was punishing her now for being too greedy, for taking more than her fair share and depriving other women of enjoying the same perfect affection and union she had discovered so late in life.
I discovered them too late
Was it too late for her? Was it too late for them?
Donna listened to the shrill sound signaling her life in limbo, felt a sudden pull, warm and comforting, as a tunnel emitting a bright, shimmering glow opened to her right
The light was real? Was this really happening to her, die-hard cynic, nonconformist, and man-eater supreme Donna Vega, going to meet her maker in such a conventional, lame manner?
"It is not yet your time."
"Then what's all this?"
"You need to come to terms with the path I have chosen for you."
"Chance and Russ?"
"I do not blithely bestow gifts. Come to me now and we will put things to right.
Every story she'd ever heard about the bright light told her the opposite of what the deep voice was telling her. All logic told her not to go into the light.
But His voice was so serene and soothing. She needed that now, needed His strength, needed the peace and tranquility He was offering. She was so tired of fighting.
Donna gazed longingly at her body and the scrub-clad people desperately trying to save her life. She didn't want to let them down. She didn't want to leave Chance. But she didn't want to disappoint Him either.
She closed her eyes and reached her hand out to the iridescent figure before her.
Angela would be so proud of her for taking such a leap of faith.
Donna said a prayer as the piercing sound of her flatlining heart followed her down the long passageway toward His arms.
* * * *
An abnormally busy morning in the ER had depleted him. A gunshot wound, a stabbing, a couple of asthma attacks, a drug overdose, a heart attack, a stroke, a tour-bus-meets-van-driven-by-a-drunk-driver, plus the regular sniffles, lacerations, aches, and pains all added up to Chance being too exhausted to help the most important patient in the world to him.
It was his mother all over again. He hadn't been able to save her either.
"Doctor, she's been down for twenty minutes."
He didn't give a damn. He wasn't giving up on her until there was nothing left in him to give. He still had a little energy left. He just had to find a way to channel it, to bring Donna back.
He felt Davis's hand on his shoulder again and pictured the man's gloved hands cutting into Donna's precious body and invading her vital organs.
Chance took a deep breath, tilted back his head, and that's when he saw it--Donna's apparition floating above them, reaching for a pair of glowing hands. "No!"
She flinched and glanced back over her shoulder, her mouth open in a little o of surprise, as if she hadn't expected anyone to see her.
"You can't go. Not like this. I won't let you."
"You don't have a choice, Chance. I have to do this."
He heard the confusion in the nurse's voice and noticed the furrowed brows of the other residents and nurses as they stood around him waiting.
Chance closed his eyes and stepped out of his body, psychic self detaching from his corporeal self as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. His spirit floated up to where Donna's hovered between him and the shimmering tunnel, then looked down to where he continued to feverishly work on her body.
Donna gasped when he reached out to grasp her hand.
He understood her shock. As gifted as he was, and as accustomed to the strange and unexplainable, he had never experienced this sort of bilocation in his life before, didn't have as much experience with astral projection as some other Wicca practitioners, though he knew this sort of thing was possible.
But since he had met Donna, all things seemed possible to him, even redemption.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm either going with you or I'm bringing you back."
Donna shook her head and looked down the tunnel, as if for her cue.
Chance followed her gaze and squinted against the blinding light surrounding the ethereal figure before them. "Please..." His voice broke, and he swallowed hard to gather himself. "Don't take her from me."
"And your brother? What of him?"
Chance didn't have an answer. He loved Russ, and he loved Donna. He didn't want to give up either of them.
"And you will not have to."
The figure waved his hand, and Chance suddenly felt light-headed. He caught a glimpse of himself collapsing to the floor below and closed his eyes against the heaviness. Distantly he heard his staff shouting for help and the sounds of several pairs of feet pounding into the room, more doctors and nurses he suspected, to assist.
He didn't want to leave things like this, but he had no choice.
He had decided long ago wherever Donna went, he would follow. Life was not worth living otherwise.
* * * *
Wantagh, LI -- One Month Previous
Angela stood before her kitchen window sipping vanilla and hazelnut blend coffee as she watched Russ Merrick, the architectural landscaper, at work in her backyard.
She told herself if she wasn't a happily married woman, she might have been excited by the sight of the man's bulging biceps and his long legs and strong thighs encased in a pair of well-worn blue jeans as he toiled in the early spring sun. Not that she didn't admire the man's athletic build, of course, but Russ belonged to her sister. Or at least he would once Angela got the two of them together.
"Have we figured out a way to introduce your sister and the landscaper yet?" Her husband slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck as he pulled her back against him.
Angela smiled, leaned into him, and placed her free hand atop both of his. He knew her too well, compliments of their more-than-a-quarter-of-a-century marriage. "I haven't decided yet." She took another sip of coffee.
"You could just invite her over for lunch or dinner one Saturday," Freddie suggested.
"An ambush? I like the way you think, but Donna's so suspicious now. I don't know if she'd go for it."
"Wouldn't you be suspicious after four marriages in almost as many years?"
"I suppose." Angela closed her eyes, reaching out to Russ, dipping beneath his aura. He was a strong man--both emotionally and physically--determined and forceful. Angela thought her thoroughly bossy control-freak sister would have her hands full with hi--
Angela gasped, just avoided spilling her coffee, as she opened her eyes. She put her cup down on the kitchen counter to be on the safe side then slowed her breathing as much as she could before Freddie sensed something wrong.
She'd felt another male, a second spirit that belonged with Donna. This had never happened before! Surely there was some mistake?
Angela closed her eyes again to tune into the new man's life-force. He was younger than Russ by several years, but that wasn't the interesting part. What was interesting was that she sensed a connection between the two men. Each possessed similar, strong auras, though Russ's surrounded him in cascading rings of indigo and purple, and the other man's surrounded him in shimmering waves of turquoise blue.
She was so shocked at the realization since Russ had never mentioned, never even hinted at a sibling. This and her own failure in sensing him got her curiosity percolating.
If they weren't brothers, or half brothers, then certainly they were first cousins.
Freddie held her tight. "Something wrong, baby?"
Angela quickly shook her head. She didn't know whether to share her little discovery with Freddie or not. She wasn't used to hiding anything from him and didn't want to start now, but this was so unprecedented.
There was something about the second man's energy that drew her. She sensed a free spirit, someone in tune with his psychic gifts. She couldn't quite put a finger on what those gifts were yet, but she sensed their strength. Was there also Native American ancestry in his blood, or was he a practicing Wiccan? Or, better still, maybe he was both? Each was an interesting and surprising prospect in and of itself, all of which she was looking forward to confirming.
Angela didn't know why the surprising part, not when she had two fey brothers-in-law already and a brother and nephew who shared her psychic abilities. It just never failed to amaze her when she came across kindred, gifted souls.
Unlike her two sisters' husbands, who had come into their gifts late in life, however, this newest man understood the powers he possessed, knew how to use them, and had been using them since he'd been a young child.
Two men were different in so many ways, but alike in the ways that counted most
Angela was still a little disconcerted about the whole situation. She'd never before been one to make moral judgments. Okay, at least she hadn't made them often. And she wouldn't make any now. She was just a tool, she decided, one bred to do what needed to be done to find her siblings their soul mates and to get each together with said soul mate. That Donna had two just made things a little more interesting than usual for Angela, but nothing insurmountable.
She squeezed her eyes tight at her next vision, one of Donna and the younger stranger together at a hospital.
Angela didn't sense any danger or pain, not to her sister or the man, just professional courtesy and an underlying affection and rapport, one born of constant contact and friendship. At this distance, she couldn't tell how close the relationship or how long it had been in effect, and with Donna so notoriously private since childhood, Angela had little hope of learning anything from her sister about the man unless she pushed the issue.
Angela grinned when she realized how she would get the three together and that Donna, in her inimitable stubborn fashion and refusal to be manipulated, would play right into her hands. "I know what I'm going to do to get Donna together with them." Angela realized her mistake when she heard Freddie's sharp intake of breath behind her, and he caught her by the shoulders to turn her around and face him.
"Did you say together with them?"
"Come." She smiled, gently pulling from his grasp to take his hands in hers and lead him out of the kitchen, towards the living room. "This match is going to be a little different from the rest of my brothers and sisters. We've got some things to talk about."