“4.5 Nymphs!...Has a nice balance of action, suspense, and erotic encounters to keep you on the edge of your seat. Pick up a copy and enjoy.”--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
“4 Syats!...A mystery/suspense novel, as well as M/M (and M/M/M) erotica, and is both complex and richly textured. Everything is not as it appears. India Harper (the writing team of Philippa Grey-Gerou and Emery Sanborne) has done an excellent job of character development with David and Carver over the three books in this series, and one can only hope that there are future plans for Lucas. Perhaps because it is a series, one feels that a few loose ends were not tied up in Sins Of Affection, which is only the more reason to look forward to the next book.”--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
“...I enjoyed reading the way that the relationship shifts and settles again as the book progresses. I also liked the way that Lucas’ presence in David’s life forces him to open up to Carver about his life before he knew Carver. This shifting and upheaval was the most interesting aspect of the book, and I liked that the inclusion of a third in the relationship was not just a straightforward opening of arms...Those of you who have read and loved the Creatures of Sin series by this author (or these authors, as India Harper is a collaboration) will probably be thrilled at some of the relationship interplay in this book and a chance to revisit favorite characters. For myself, I enjoyed the well-written sexual tension and the complexities in the way that Carver and David cope with having Lucas in their lives, and would recommend Sins Of Affection to those readers who might also find those aspects of interest too.”--Jenre, Reviews By Jessewave
...The next few days passed in a fog of pain and drugs. Lucas was vaguely aware of Carver and David coming in and out, applying fresh ice packs or forcing soup down his throat, but beyond that, he slept, unaware of the passing time.
When he came to at last, it was morning three days later, according to his smartphone, and his bladder was screaming for relief.
He forced himself out of bed on weak legs and staggered into the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t bother to try standing to relieve himself, sinking down on the toilet to do his business. When he finished, he staggered over to the sink to examine the damage.
It must have been a lot worse. The bruises were already shifting to a sickly greenish-yellow and thick, blackened scabs now protected the abrasions. He flexed his arm gingerly. He still had basic mobility, unless he overextended it. No bondage clients for the next few weeks until he got in a little physical therapy.
“Fuck, David!”
Lucas hadn’t paid attention to the sliding door on the other side of the bathroom, presuming it to be a closet of some kind. He was noticing it now.
A hard slap sang through the room on the other side. “Not the right thing to say, Carver.” David’s voice was low and insistent, but Lucas could hear the need in it as well.
“Fuck me, David! Christ, just do it!” Carver didn’t bother to keep his voice down, although it was muffled, as though his cheek were pressed against a pillow.
“Much better.”
Lucas smiled as he edged closer to the partition, grateful that the simple act no longer hurt like hell. His cock stirred to full attention with the next resounding slap from the other room.
“I said don’t move, Carver.”
A derisive snort, then a breathless, “I’d like to see you not move—ow! Watch the hair!”
“That includes your mouth.”
“You like it when I move my mouth. Especially when it’s wrapped around you— Oh, Jesus, fuck!”
Lucas could hear David’s answering grunt over Carver’s curses, and suddenly Lucas had a clear image in his mind of David kneeling behind Carver, shoving his lover’s face into the bedding as he penetrated his ass, now rosy with handprints. Lucas reached down to cup himself, but the pressure did nothing to alleviate the aching arousal.
“What were you say— Christ!” Lucas could almost feel David’s control cracking. “Do that again.” Or not. Buried balls’ deep in Carver, how the man could manage any coherent thought was beyond Lucas. There was nothing better than topping a top, taking that control and making them beg for more.
Lucas’ groan echoed those coming from the other room as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began stroking in time with the rhythm set by David and Carver. He felt no small amount of relief that everything was working fine. The thugs had neglected to take the chance to do some damage where it counted, but you never knew.
“Goddamn it, Carver, not yet!”
“Machine.” Slap. “Robot.” Slap. “Fuck…harder.”
The smack of skin on skin Lucas heard now wasn’t the impact of a hand, but the collision of two bodies fucking hard and fast. “Never hard enough for you,” David accused, voice tight and harsh. “Maybe you do need a machine. Maybe that would be hard enough.”
“Don’t need a machine. Just need you.”
The raw honesty in that statement... Lucas never would have thought Carver capable...