Guest Ella Laurance
Isn’t it any woman’s
fantasy to have a handsome man with more money than he could possible spend in
several lifetimes fall in love with her? Well, it wasn’t one of Marie’s dreams.
And yet, that’s exactly what happened to her. Trevor Dewey, billionaire, wanted
her the very moment he saw her. Despite Marie’s doubts about the consequences
of extreme wealth, she couldn’t help but see the true man behind the bank
account.
After ten years that
love is still going strong…
Blurb:
Marie Dewey
collects paintings and sexual experiences with different men, and her
billionaire husband Trevor loves nothing more than to fulfil all her wishes…
Billionaire Trevor
Dewey has two great talents—making money and loving his wife, Marie. Marie, in
her turn, has two great loves—her husband and art. She's also a sexual
freethinker who enjoys one-night stands with other men in the company of her
own husband.
Trevor wants nothing
more than to make his wife happy, so when she falls in lust with his personal
assistant and best friend, Callum, and Callum returns her feelings, he decides
to take both of them to his private island off the coast of Scotland for a
weekend of sex. And both men will bring Marie to several unbelievable heights
of pleasure during one weekend.
All three know this
will be a one-time thing only before life returns to normal
Excerpt:
She walked through the
exhibition rooms filled with works of Leyster, Modersohn-Becker, Kahlo,
Morisot, Gentileschi, Kollwitz and many others, her hands accentuating the
enthusiasm of her voice. If Trevor could have fallen in love with her even
more, he would have done so. A pleasant tingling in his crotch reminded him of
both the night that lay behind him and the one still to come. His wife had been
insatiable, on fire, and he had done everything his body was capable of to
satisfy her needs. When she had finally fallen asleep against his exhausted
body, it had been with a happy smile on her face.
Marie turned her head
around and smiled at him. “I can read your thoughts,” she sing-songed.
Trevor winked at her.
“You’re a witch, woman, reading my mind like that.”
“Get a room, you two.”
Callum waggled his eyebrows. He might not have known everything about them, but
he came damn close. He had become their most trusted employee and one of their
best friends, and most importantly of all, he had learned to steer expertly
between those two roles. He never judged, but always spoke his mind when he
thought it had to be spoken, and invariably for a good reason. Trevor had
learnt from costly experience that the best he could do for himself was to
ignore the vast majority of advice given to him, but when Callum talked, he
listened.
The new painting hung
on the wall between two other De Lempicka works, and Marie insisted both Trevor
and Callum should come and admire it before the museum presented its latest
acquisition to the public. Every time her husband bought a new painting for
her, she was always so excited to share it with others. If there was one thing
that allowed her to make peace with the fact that she was married to a
billionaire, she had told Trevor, it was the opportunity to not only collecting
as much art as she desired, but also building a museum so everyone could share
in the joy of visual beauty. Almost everything in his life was about investment
and revenue, about money making more money, but not this. This was for her, and
the worth of it all lay not in dollars and pounds, but in the pleasure it gave
Marie.
Look, everything around him said, look with your eyes
and your heart and your mind. Simply look!
Marie stood in the
middle, Trevor on her right and Callum on her left. She looked to her husband,
then to his assistant and finally at the painting. Trevor couldn’t help but
smile when he heard her deep, happy sigh before she said, “Thank you so much,
the both of you.”
“It’s just a matter of
putting more money on the table than everyone else,” Trevor said.
“I was only doing my
job,” Callum said.
But Marie shook her
head, “Money? Work? As if.” She turned towards Callum again, but right before
she did, Trevor saw something in her eyes, if only for a fleeting second, that
made him realise what would be the next gift to his wife. She wanted Callum. Or
to be more precise, she wanted to have sex with him.
The Art of Pleasure is
on sale at:
About the author:
The real life version
of Ella Laurance was born and raised in Rotterdam and never really left. She
studied (social) history and has done a small assortment of jobs and voluntary
work. But writing has been the main theme through all of it.
She’s been with her
wife since 1982, and together they have raised two sons. There are also cats.
And books. Lots of books.
Ella Laurance also
publishes as S. Dora and R.A. Padmos.
Oh like the cover and great excerpt!
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