Now Available: Lab Rats

Lab Rats is out and available in the world! 2.99 on Kindle or free on Kindle Unlimited.

Everything changes the moment heartthrob Justin Carson shifts from human to Were Wolf on live television and is subsequently captured.

Dr. Benjamin Wells is tapped by the government to create a test from Justin’s blood intended to identify anyone who might be a Were. Dr. Diana Lutz is the Were Wolf sent by the Were leaders to stop him, and to find and hopefully free Justin, her twin. The only thing stronger than Diana and Ben’s mutual dislike of each other is their sudden attraction. Soon that attraction explodes, and in the same moment Ben learns the truth about his heritage—he’s part Wolf, and Diana is his mate.

As they race to be the first to discover the blood test and prevent the other organizations from endangering all Weres, Ben must decide whose side he’s on. Will he betray his people? How far is Diana willing to go to save her brother, and what is she willing to sacrifice?

CW: Violence

Here’s an excerpt, right after Ben has shifted back to human for the first time.

Finally all that remained was the nude form of a human man on his hands and knees. He panted, his sides heaving as he sucked in great gasps of air.

“There. You did it. Try not to shift without me until you get the hang of things,” she said, laying a hand on his shoulder.

His head snapped up, and he pulled away as if she’d burned him. “I didn’t try to shift this time, as you phrase it. How can I prevent it? Then I’ll never shift again, and I can pretend this was all the result of some food poisoning.”

She crouched down. “At some point you’ll start craving it like a drug. If you wait too long, you’ll lose control. There’s a reason we don’t let our children into your world until they’re old enough to keep their form. There’s a reason that werewolves figure into mythology. You have to maintain control. Emotions will make it harder—anger will cause a growl or a snarl, for example.”

“Then you should stay far away from me,” he pushed to his feet, gasping from the pain of his skeleton realigning. “It’s your fault that I shifted in the first place!”

Diana toyed with her braid. “If you don’t let me help you, I’ll go straight to the Lioness, right now, and she’ll assign someone else to you. Assuming she lets you live.”

“Who, or what is ‘the Lioness’?” Ben took a step toward her, then looked down in horror at his nudity. His hands immediately cupped himself to hide his privates away from Diana.

“She’s the ruler of Boston. Think of her as the Queen.” Then she smirked. “You’re going to have to get over any prudishness you have over nudity.”

Ben’s face grew crimson, although how much was anger and how much was embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. “I have a spare set of clothes in my office.”

“Go get dressed and we’ll talk more.”

She watched Ben storm into his office. The lights went on, then off a few minutes later. When Ben came out, dressed in his spare set of clothes, his shoulders were hunched. “Fine. I will accept your help.”

“We’re going to have to tell the Lioness eventually. She’ll find out,” Diana warned him. “But I think it’s best if you attend my ‘So You Found Out You’re a Werewolf’ seminar first. You have a lot to learn, and no time to learn it.”

“You can do all of this quickly? Does it still hurt?” Ben’s face was vulnerable and frightened. A child who’d just learned that the rules he’d lived by no longer applied. He picked up his torn shirt, then let the fabric slide through his fingers.

“You won’t notice it after a while, it’s over so fast,” she said.

Diana stripped off her clothes and shifted. She shifted back, and tossed her unbound hair over her shoulder.

“See? It gets that easy,” she said with a smile.

Ben was frozen, barely even breathing.

“Ben?”

“Y-you’re naked, Diana.”

She glanced down. “Well, yes. I don’t have spare clothes here like you. I told you, you’re going to have to get over whatever Puritanical belief system you have about nudity.”

His pupils were dilated, and he kept looking at her body then looking away.

“How can you be calm about being naked in the middle of a lab?” Another peek and another quick look away.

“Because I don’t have the same human hang-ups about nudity? Here, I’ll get dressed.” Diana rolled her eyes and pulled on her clothes. By the time she’d pulled her top over her bra, Ben was studying a box of pipettes as if they held the winning lottery numbers.

**Ben, it will get easier. I promise.**

He looked at her, although his eyes dipped to her now-covered chest before moving back to her face. His eyes searched hers.

“I can’t be a monster.” His protest was soft, almost tearful.

Diana’s instincts scraped at her. Another Wolf was in pain. She needed to do something. There were no Alphas to step in and deal with the hurt. She was the only one who could help him. She closed the distance between them, and pulled him into her arms.

“Oh, Ben. We’re not monsters, we’re just a different kind of p—”

Diana’s voice cut out as her nose told her something terrible.

Ben wasn’t just a Wolf.

He was an Alpha.

And she was his mate.

I have free copies for any reader who promises to leave a review. I have pdf, mobi (kindle) and epub (nook/kobo/google play books) versions available. Leave a comment here to be contacted, or email me at delilahnight at gmail dot com.

Meet Ben, Diana, and Justin

One of the fun parts of writing a book is imagining your characters. On pinterest, I like to create boards where I effectively cast my books. Here are my takes on Diana, Ben, and Justin.

This is Diana. I looked for someone with their hair in a braid, as Diana does in the book, but I couldn’t find a picture I liked. So I shrugged it off, and found a picture of the character with hair down. I really liked this picture.

This scene is after Ben shifts for the first time. Neither Diana nor Ben had known he was a Wolf.

Diana’s instincts scraped at her. Another Wolf was in pain. She needed to do something. There were no Alphas to step in and deal with the hurt. She was the only one who could help him. She closed the distance between them, and pulled him into her arms. * “Oh, Ben. We’re not monsters, we’re just a different kind of p—”

Diana’s voice cut out as her nose told her something terrible.

Ben wasn’t just a Wolf

He was an Alpha. And she was his mate.

Ben was the hardest character to cast. I couldn’t find a scientist picture that I thought was hot enough, so I started looking at professors and found this picture. Ben doesn’t wear glasses, and he’s a bit young for Ben, but he’s the closest.

This scene is right after he’s shifted back to human, shortly after Diana’s excerpt.


He couldn’t have pulled his head away from her neck if he wanted to, which he did not. Her scent was the only thing tethering him to his body. Without her, who knows what sort of horrific outcomes would happen? He clung to her. He stroked up and down her back. He ran his hands through her silky hair. His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked her neck. Licked her neck?

“I hate you,”he muttered.

In some ways, Justin was the easiest character to cast. Hot actor with dark hair and light eyes? Little bit of smolder? Check.

This is from chapter 1, just before Justin shifts.

Despite everything. Despite Weres being involved in the project at every level. Despite all the care being taken to turn out strong performances, even if they couldn’t exactly portray Were society. Broken Dreams should have been his. He was fucking perfect for that goddamned role. But no, they had to cast a human. And Stephen had let them.

Have you ever cast the books you write or read?

My self-publishing experience

My first book, Capturing the Moment, was put out by Totally Bound in 2016. I had to do all the marketing, but Totally Bound dealt with the final edit, the formatting, the cover–all that jazz.

I have chosen to self-publish the Weres of Boston series in part because I want to switch between m/f and f/f and m/m stories, and it’s not easy to find a publisher that is willing to let you jump around in your pairings like that within the same series. I have made less than $100 USD on Capturing the Moment, and the ability to put my book on KU is also a big appeal to self pub.

The first part of self-publishing was easy. I wrote the book, sent it to my betas, and sent it to my editor. The difference is that once that was done, it was all up to me.

For my cover, I went to Fiverr. I looked for an artist who did book covers, and for less than $50 they did my cover and made my Twitter and FB banners as well. (It was more than $50 after the tip). The people I worked with are called spotondesigns and they were great.

I naively went to kdp and set up Lab Rats for pre-order. I rushed and didn’t read the fine print, and once I committed to 2/11, it was basically set in stone. Which was too bad for me because I didn’t understand how hard formatting is to learn. I didn’t really have enough time, so I hired out my formatting to Robin Covington, who I know through a Romance Facebook group. She knocked it out of the park.

Last night I loaded the print pdf into kdp along with the book cover. The book will be priced at 8.99, which is too high, but Amazon didn’t give me much in the way of choice. The kindle version is 2.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited.

However, it wasn’t quite as smooth as it sounds. I worked with a second cover artist, and the covers they sent were laughably bad. Had they been my only option, I would have gotten really discouraged. I also wanted to hire an artist off Deviant Art, but they were too expensive (although I’d love to hire them eventually to make a piece of art based on Weres of Boston). Before I found Robin, I was also being quoted numbers two to three times higher than Robin’s rates.

Having gone through it would I do it again? Yes. I think self publishing has a learning curve, and it will get better (and I’ll have more skills) with each new book.

Cover Reveal: Lab Rats

Lab Rats is coming February 11, 2020! Pre-order here.

Everything changes the moment heartthrob Justin Carson shifts from human to Were Wolf on live television and is subsequently captured.

Dr. Benjamin Wells is tapped by the government to create a test from Justin’s blood intended to identify anyone who might be a Were. Dr. Diana Lutz is the Were Wolf sent by the Were leaders to stop him, and to find and hopefully free Justin, her twin. The only thing stronger than Diana and Ben’s mutual dislike of each other is their sudden attraction. Soon that attraction explodes, and in the same moment Ben learns the truth about his heritage—he’s part Wolf, and Diana is his mate.

As they race to be the first to discover the blood test and prevent the other organizations from endangering all Weres, Ben must decide whose side he’s on. Will he betray his people? How far is Diana willing to go to save her brother, and what is she willing to sacrifice?

CW—violence is committed against the captive Wolf by the soldiers holding him captive

Cover by Spotondesigners on Fiverr

Anorexia, or where I’ve been

Guys, I have to be honest with you that 2019 kicked my ass from start to finish. I had significant depressive episodes, and I was battling and losing to anorexia. It’s been a lot of therapy, and my medication is still being adjusted. There was also a lot of energy absorbed by the usual–chronic pain, parenting, etc.

I stopped posting here because I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t maintain the facade that everything was okay when my life was the farthest thing from okay. Not the lowest point of my life, but it’s among them.

I’ve decided to share my story in hopes that it might help someone else. I was not educated about how fat people can still be anorexic—in fact, I joked that I could be “anorexic” until I was actually anorexic. I thought of anorexia as something that happens to teenagers, not mothers in their forties.

I have a long history with hating my body, and I have been restricting since I was young, although never like this. Primarily my restricting has been the other component of my eating disorder–what’s called Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder, or ARFID.

The restricting that turned into full blown anorexia started by accident in the summer of 2018—what a therapist called momorexia, because I was eating small bites on the go, stopping at the first hint of fullness because I was super busy. I lost weight, and since I was losing at a “safe” pace of 8-ish pounds a month, or 2-ish a week, I shrugged off my initial concerns that maybe the weight loss wasn’t such a good thing, or, more to the point, that it wasn’t happening safely. I kept restricting further and further, taking every less bite of food as a moral victory. After all, I’ve been in a body that has weighed 200+ pounds for the past twenty years, and every doctor I’ve talked to from my back surgeon to my pcps have urged me to lose weight. I’ve done dieting. I’ve done exercising until I hurt myself. But I never was able to move the needle much at all (because, as science tells us, our bodies tend to have a set point weight, and it’s really hard to move that needle when it’s possible at all) until restricting.

When I told my doctor that maybe I wasn’t being safe in late November (by which point I was eating less than I ever had, and my weight has never been about overeating). She told me to eat at least 1200 calories a day and it would be fine. AT LEAST. My fucked up brain said if 1200 is good, under 1200 is better. After all, it’s not like I’m losing weight too fast.

Then I began counting calories explicitly. Weighing food. Measuring food. Then my weight plateaued in February 2019. Then came the spreadsheet, and the game I played with myself, which was effectively “how few calories can Delilah eat without having dizzy spells?” In April I blew up at my therapist over eating—the first time she’d seen me fully lose my composure in nearly four years of weekly or bi-weekly therapy. I ended up confessing everything. She talked to a colleague who specializes in eating disorders. The colleague strongly urged me to seek evaluation and treatment. I made an appointment with Stanford’s eating disorder clinic for evaluation, but I also made an appointment with a plastic surgeon. I knew how many pounds I was away from “overweight” as opposed to “obese.” I was constantly getting positive feedback.

I shopped in straight sizes for the first time ever as an adult. Clothes became a way I compensated myself for all the awful shit I was putting myself through. But I was a pretty absent mom because I was so exhausted all the time because I wasn’t eating.

Then came the first week of June. I ended up in the ER for pain we thought was a kidney infection, but was actually a cyst on an ovary. But as they ran tests, they found that my potassium was extremely low–even dangerously so. I was given a mega dose, and told to follow up with my doctor. Then came the multi-day nausea (which I now suspect was a series of worsening panic attacks as there is a clear pattern between nausea and anxiety attacks for me) and dry heaving, during which I ate virtually nothing and threw up what I did eat and drink.

I got evaluated by the eating disorder team, and it didn’t go well.

But the real bottom of the barrel, and the reason I ended up getting help was that I collapsed at my older daughter’s fifth grade graduation. I felt like shit—I could barely pay attention because it felt like there was something on my chest and that I was struggling to breathe normally. I survived through it, although I remember nothing beyond what I was physically experiencing, which took over everything. When the room started telescoping, I told my husband that I needed to leave and go to the hospital. He agreed, and I went to the car while he went find our daughter and tell her what was happening and why we were leaving. At the car I started feeling really faint, and staggered to the front office where I asked them to call 911. I got taken away, dehydrated, mid massive panic attack (the source of the chest pains, most likely, based on tests), and on the verge of fainting in an ambulance. Instead of celebrating graduation with my daughter.

For what it’s worth, my daughter is so understanding of all of it–which almost makes it worse. She’s forgiven me. I have yet to forgive myself.

Inpatient treatment was recommended, but I was able to find what’s called a partial hospitalization program near me. Partial hospitalization was a six and a half hour a day commitment, but I could live at home. I’d go there, eat lunch (supervised), do two hours of therapy, eat a snack (supervised), two hours of therapy, dinner (supervised), then home. I was at that level of treatment for pretty much the entire summer, initially six days a week, although I moved to five pretty quickly.

I have mixed feelings about my treatment program, but I can’t deny that they saved me from a far worse fate–despite being 180 pounds, despite losing at a safe rate—I was courting heart damage and death with my actions. I developed and still have a problem with being orthostatic (blood pressure changes dramatically when moving from laying to standing, which can cause fainting among other things) because of it.

I went several months without treatment and began to backslide.

In late 2019 I was able to connect with an eating disorder specialist and dietician, and I am currently working with them to pursue recovery.

Were there any bright points? Lab Rats was 90% edited during 2019. I started leading my younger daughter’s Girl Scout troop. I had a short story in an anthology. I wrote the forward for an anthology put out by Jayhenge (again, I’ll highlight that in another post). But that’s about it.

So how to move forward when I’m not quite out of the woods yet either eating disorder or mental health meds-wise? Well, I started 2020 by putting Lab Rats up for pre-order (I’ll do a promotional post with an excerpt another day), so that feels significant.

Writing feels foreign to me as I’m really out of practice. I didn’t write much of anything new for 2019–editing Lab Rats was all I could manage. But I’m starting again, and even if it feels hard and stilted and sucky at least it’s happening.

Season’s Change

I should have posted this several months ago. I’m dealing with some really intense personal stuff this year, and when it isn’t kicking my ass emotionally, it’s lobbing grenades into my plans. I may or may not post again specifically to talk about what’s going on with me, but that’s for another day.

Anyways, I’m sorry I’m just sharing this now, but I’m in a new anthology! If you remember, I loved Chemical [se]X when I read it and reviewed it in December of 2014. After I reviewed it, I told the editor, Oleander, that if she ever did a volume two to please let me know. She did better than that, and asked me if I wanted to contribute!

I first heard the song Persephone years ago after a friend shared his Escape Key album with me. Michelle Dockrey wrote the song. The line “They all forget I had a choice, y’know/I could’ve chosen not to eat or drink” clicked for me. I knew that one day I would write my take on Persephone.

Hey, guess what I wrote for an anthology about aphrodisiac chocolates?

I changed the pomegranate into a chocolate with a pomegranate filling and I had a story where eating chocolate would be a key part of the larger story. I could’ve gone with other myths (my oldest daughter’s middle name is Athena), but it made sense to do Persephone/Hades.

Rape of Prosperina by Benini
Often also called Rape of Persephone

I’ve never liked how passive Persephone is often written. So I knew that my Persephone would be in the model of Michelle Dockrey’s. She would make a choice, rather than have choices made by other people about her life. When it came to Hades, I remembered that he didn’t only create Tartarus, but also the Elysian Fields.

Excerpt:

She’d gone willingly to Apollo’s bed.  Sun was vital in the growth of plants.   But the sex had been….pedestrian.  Boring.  Uninspiring.  Just as she’d always found it.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered.

As if in reply, the ground started to shake. Soil exploded upward as a team of black stallions spewed forth.  The god driving the chariot was clad in unrelieved black from head to toe.  Surely he was hunting some poor lost soul.

Persephone’s breath was knocked from her body when Hades’ powerful arm snatched her.

“What are you doing?” Persephone gasped.

She was shocked when no trees bent to block her abduction, nor did sylphs step forth to attempt a rescue. The only sounds were the pounding of the stallion’s hooves and her own ragged sobs. The iron band of his arm held her tightly against him as the horses dove back into the underworld. 

They raced along the River Styx. Persephone remembered the stories she’d been told as a child—always keep a coin in your shoe in case you must pay Charon’s fee. Hades had no need of coins for passage. The stallions leapt the water with no more trouble than she might have had stepping over a small stream.

The landscape passed too quickly for her to comprehend what she was seeing.  At times she had the impression of tremendous beauty and peace while music swirled around the chariot. At others, paralyzing fear nibbled at her and cries of agony assaulted her ears.  They raced deeper into the Underworld until Persephone knew she would never find her way back to the river.

A building in the distance grew larger.  Black as obsidian, with turrets stabbing upward, the castle seemed no more welcoming than the god beside her. The stallions slowed to a stop by the entrance.  Hades hefted her over a shoulder and carried Persephone into the castle. She trembled like a sheaf of grain in a wind, too frightened and angry to speak.

It seemed as though Hades walked for hours before she was tossed onto a bed.

“Why? Hades, what purpose?” she asked, tears running down her face.

“Zeus said you can’t bring forth the harvest. He seemed to think that since the ground is dead around you, and the people are dead around me that we would be a perfect match.  He gave you to me in marriage.” Hades’ voice was emotionless.

“M-marriage?”  Her teeth chattered as his words set in.

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

“Nothing! I’m not interested in sporting with a terrified girl. Stay out of my way, wife.  In time, let’s hope that we can tolerate one another.” Hades frowned, before adding, “Don’t eat or drink anything. Keep out of the kitchen.” He left, kicking the door shut behind him.

Persephone shivered at the finality of the slam of the door. Fear dug into her skin like a bramble. Underneath the fear, though, there was relief. She wouldn’t have to receive the offerings of grain and flowers accompanied by pleas to warm the land for their plows.

From an Amazon review- Delilah Night’s take on Persephone, which had me hooked from the opening lines: “they forget I had a choice, you know. I could’ve not eaten.” I loved how deftly consent was woven into that tale which could’ve gone so easily into Belle & Beast terrain.

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ARC review–Please Send Help by Gaby Dunn and Allison Raskin

Please Send Help

4/5*

Published July 2019

Please Send Help is different from a lot of what I’ve read recently. Told via text and email, the post-college lives of Ava (the planner, interning at a tv show) and Gen (freewheeling, queer, and in hell in Florida at a newspaper job). Friends since high school, they struggle with adulthood and learn that you only get through life with the help of your friends.

I really like that the relationship the book is about is the two women. While each of them has romantic attachments at times in the books, it’s not the sole focus, nor is it the main one.

I’m curious to know how the authors divided up the work, because it feels incredibly authentic. The two voices are so distinct that the reader is pulled into the journey with them.

I think this book has pretty wide appeal–both for those who’ve yet to experience life post-college, and those who have.

Review-Day of the Dragon by Katie MacAlister

Day of the Dagon

3/5*

Published March 201

I received a copy of Day of the Dragon in exchange for an honest review from Netgalley.

I used to read Katie MacAlister books all the time. She was one of the authors who got me back into the genre after a long absence. But I got to that point where I’d read her whole backlist, and her new books weren’t coming out soon enough that I got distracted–probably down a Nora Roberts hole–it’s been twenty odd years and I still haven’t read her whole bcklist! But I haven’t read anything by her in a decade.

Day of the Dragon reminds me why I enjoyed her books, although my tastes have changed somewhat since then (more on that later). They’re light and fluffy–the sort of books words like zany and romp were made for.

Thaisa starts off as a character who is mousy, unsure of herself, and blames her appearance for everything that’s gone wrong for her. Archer starts off as an arrogant man–and he grows, but not nearly as much.

The problem for me was that I wasn’t all that intrigued by the main story. The most interesting character was Bree, a spite turned something else who always seems to know more than the other players, but is absurdly funny. As is the demon Thaisa calls up, but forgets to bind properly.

The big crux of the story was that there was an ancient piece of text that needed to be translated to find the location of the two missing halves of the Raisa Medallion, which was supposed to turn Archer and his brother into the first dragon hunters (dragons who hunt demons, not humans who hunt dragons).

The book fits in well with the rest of the dragon books written by MacAllister, but works as a standalone.

Here is my issue with it–The stakes are so incredibly low. We know that Archer is accusing his brother of murdering his fellow dragons, but there’s a twist that it’s all confusing and makes those stakes non-existant really. While Thaisa and Archer both undergo some changes and growth, that’s all low stakes, too. There are also some secondary characters who are charicatures—Thaisa’s best friend, who literally shows up once, and was married to her current boss, and given the way he treats Thaisa, I kind of want to know what her deal was, and that boss is also more outline than character. The story didn’t hold my interest, which is the biggest issue of all. I had to push myself through it. Without Bree the sprite and the demon, it would be a 2/5 rating.

Love Grind by Shelly Ellis


Love Grind by Shelly Ellis

She’s used to baring it all . . . but baring her heart is a whole different story

Down on her luck and broke, Jennifer Dudley long ago traded dancing in the chorus line for swinging from a stripper pole to make ends meet. She’s hoping an offer to come back home and teach dance at her old performance academy will be the opportunity she needs to fix her life. When she moves in with and falls for a software developer with brains, a boyish smile, and muscles, she decides she might be well on her way to a second chance at success—and love. But her X-rated past may come back to haunt her, compromising her newfound happiness and hurting the ones she loves the most.

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ABOUT SHELLY ELLIS

Shelly Ellis is a NAACP Image Award-nominated women’s fiction/romance author and creator of the Gibbons Gold Digger and Chesterton Scandal series. Her fiction writing career began when she became one of four finalists in a First-Time Writers Contest when she was 19 years old. The prize was a publishing contract and having her first short-story romance appear in an anthology. She has since published ten novels and was a finalist for 2015 NAACP Image Award in the Literary Fiction Category, a three-time finalist for the African American Literary Award in the romance category (2012, 2016, and 2017), and a finalist for the 2015 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award in Multicultural Romance category.

She is married and lives in Prince George’s County, Maryland with her husband and their daughter. Visit her at her web site http://www.shellyellisbooks.com.


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Thalanian Dynasty Series by Katee Robert

Theirs for the Night (Thalanian Dynasty #1)

5/5*

Published 2018

A few weeks ago I reviewed an ARC of The Fearless King by Katee Robert, and absolutely loved it. While on Twitter, someone recommended this series as a hot MMF trilogy. Theirs for the Night was free (and still is at this second in time), so I dove in and ended up reading both the novella and the two full length novels in less than forty-eight hours.

The last triad book I reviewed was in the Dirty series by Jaine Diamond, and I mentioned that the triad had broken up into a couple and a single individual by the end. So I was thrilled to see the triad in this series stay intact.

Theo is the exiled prince of Thalania, and Galen is his former head of security. They’ve also been lovers for over a decade, and occasionally share women. After a stressful few weeks, they are up for a distraction when Meg enters the bar. For her part, it’s Meg’s birthday and she’s put the stress of not knowing where the money will come from for the next semester of college–so when two hot guys approach her for a threesome, what the hell, it’s her birthday, right?

That would be the end of the story, except Theo can’t stay away from Meg, and once he pulls her back into his orbit, Galen objects–not because he doesn’t want her (he does), but because he’s worried that someone could endanger her to get at Theo. When that happens, Meg is saved and has to go on the run with Theo and Galen in a hunt for the key to getting his crown back.

The two novels have a great deal of romantic suspense, which has been a running theme across the books I’ve read by Robert. The relationship building and maintenance for a triad is complex and Robert doesn’t skimp on that. Working things out takes effort.

This is a great series if you’re up for triad sex.