We were fortunate to speak with @RWinterAuthor writing as M.J. Edwards who has joined us to talk about his new release The Escort’s Tale.
As an extra bonus, M.J. has written a short companion story that can be read in its entirety by visiting each stop on the tour. Scroll down to the Guest Post to read Part 2 AFTER you have read Part 1 on GoIndiMarketing
Title: The Escort’s Tale: an MMF Bisexual Romance
Author: M.J. Edwards (pen name for Robert Winter)
Publisher: Snow King Books
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Heat Level: 5 – Erotica
Pairing: Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 199 pages
Genre: Romance, Erotica, bi for you
Do you want to spice up your marriage? Or perhaps you have a cuckold fantasy? Whatever your desire or kink, call JD Pierce.
Under his working name, Jasper has built a solid clientele and reputation. As JD Pierce, high-priced escort, he specializes in bringing bisexual fantasies to life. Sometimes a husband needs to be humiliated. Maybe a couple wants to be naughty and roleplay the seduction of an impressionable boy. Jasper, aka JD, is the man for the job.
When a young woman with a unique problem contacts Jasper, though, he fears he’s out of his depth. Alethia’s husband Nick suffered a spinal cord injury. He has paraplegia. The couple can no longer have conventional sex, and it’s driving a wedge between them. Nick is straight, but Alethia hires Jasper to help them fix things.
Despite his doubts, Jasper throws himself into the challenge. He wants to help sexy Nick reconnect with his beautiful wife. Using imagination and honesty, he unearths hidden fantasies in both of them. What he isn’t prepared for is his attraction to these new clients. The feeling grows quickly from desire to friendship and maybe something more. Will Jasper help Nick and Alethia and then move on? Or will they be the couple to bring to life this escort’s own fantasy?
The Escort’s Tale is a standalone bisexual erotic romance featuring a well-endowed lover-for-hire, a troubled man in a wheelchair, and the determined woman who brings them all together.
Excerpt from The Escort’s Tale, Chapter Two:
“Would you like to tell me how my name came up?” I ask, gauging that Alethia’s ready to discuss it.
She sets down her glass and darts glances left and right. Satisfied no one will overhear, she leans closer and speaks in a quiet, private voice. “Meredith is aware that my husband and I are facing some difficulties in our marriage. I mentioned to her recently over lunch that we’ve been struggling for a solution. She was very, um, detailed about her experiences with you.” Alethia blushes prettily. “And complimentary, as well.”
I smile at the circumspection. “Meredith has been a good client. I’m happy to hear she says nice things, since I don’t exactly ask for Yelp reviews.”
She snorts a little laugh, which I find charmingly awkward on such a chic woman. She puts a hand over her mouth to cover a grin. “I understand why, though that makes it tricky for, um…”
“Yes?” I prompt. “For someone in need of my services to find me?” I wink to show I take it lightly.
Alethia bobs her head in agreement. “I’d think in the internet age there’d be some sort of specialized rating service or booking site.”
There are a few actually, but I choose to avoid those. I don’t like the risk of zealous law enforcement having information about my working name or clientele. Word of mouth has always generated enough business for me anyway.
Since she seems more comfortable now, I dive in. “Why don’t you give me a general idea of what you’re looking for? We can discuss whether I’d be a good fit.”
Alethia inhales sharply and grabs her tea for a quick distraction. I wait her out again as she sips. Eventually, she places the glass back down with a sharp click and takes another glance around. She clasps her hands on the table top, as in prayer. I lean in, close enough to scent a trace of her delicate perfume. The essence of orange blossoms fills the air around her.
“My husband and I have been together for five years, nearly six,” she begins. “Nick has always been an avid rock climber. He played rugby, skied, competed in triathlons. Everything active like that you can think of. Eighteen months ago, he—”
She breaks off for a long moment to look at her entwined hands. Her knuckles gleam white, and I find myself reaching out to cover them with one of my own. She gives a shuddering breath at the touch, but doesn’t pull away.
“During a climb one afternoon on some cliffs, Nick had a bad fall when a handhold crumbled. The accident left him with a spinal cord injury. My husband uses a wheelchair now. He has paraplegia.”
I hear a sympathetic noise come out of me, entirely unplanned. She glances up to meet me eyes so I explain. “I’m sorry. I have a buddy from the Army who suffered an SCI. Rehab helped some, but it’s been a hard road for him.”
Alethia bites her lip and nods slowly. “It’s been…a learning process. Nick is strong-willed, though, and for the most part he’s adapted. We have home health aides to address his needs where he won’t accept my help. Also, we live in an apartment on a single floor that’s been made ready to accommodate his wheelchair.” She looks to where my hand still covers hers. “The problem is our sex life,” she whispers.
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A Message From The Author
My novel The Escort’s Tale is a bisexual romance told from the perspective of the sex worker Jasper Dylan, who sees clients under the working name of JD Pierce. One day Alethia Ballantine contacts Jasper; her husband Nick has suffered a spinal cord injury, is in a wheelchair, and can no longer walk or make love to her. Alethia and Nick have decided to hire a professional escort in an attempt to deal with the issues in their sex life.
Chapter Three describes Jasper’s first meeting with Nick when the escort arrives at their apartment, from Jasper’s perspective. The thoughts, fears and hopes of Nick Ballantine in that first meeting seemed like a story worth telling, though. Each stop on my blog tour for The Escort’s Tale contains a section of Nick’s story, in something I had to call…
THE HUSBAND’S TALE
By M.J. Edwards
[Previously] I knew a moment of weightlessness, then heart-stopping terror when gravity took me.
I crashed to Earth like a falling star.
The ledge twenty feet below saved my life and destroyed it at the same time. Stunned, gasping, in excruciating pain from my waist up to the back of my head from the landing, I think I knew instantly what had happened. Why I felt no pain in the legs. The fall had severed my spinal cord, ending my life as I knew it. Our life, Ali’s and mine together.
I barely remember the horror on my climbing buddies’ faces as they worked their way down to me. The agonizing wait for rescue as the sun beat down. The airlift, the mutters of the surgeons.
My injury left me unable to feel anything below my waist. I can’t walk, or control my urine, or move my bowels. My legs might as well be dead. I can’t feel anything in my dick, though for some reason I still get erections from seeing or thinking about stimulating things.
My wife Alethia — Ali — was there when I woke in the hospital, and ever since. Even though I can no longer make love to Ali, she’s never shown me a moment of doubt. She is my shelter from the storm, the pillar I hold onto when despair threatens to blow me away. If what happens tonight makes her realize how much I’ve held her back…
Nope, I can’t think about it anymore. Despite my fears, this has to happen, for Alethia’s sake. We’ve been in stasis for far too long, and we agreed we have to do something to break through, to move ahead. Even if Ali’s path forward ultimately takes her away from me, we have to try.
My heart thumps painfully in my chest at the thought of losing Ali, but I love her too much to keep her trapped like this, caring for a man in a wheelchair.
No, I’m not even a man. I can’t give her what every other man gives to his woman.
Thank God we made love that morning, before I left our villa. I wish I’d taken more time with her, treasured the sensation of sliding into her warmth. If only we’d drawn out the pleasure for hours, savoring the connection, the fire between us. But my buddies were waiting to leave for Joshua Tree park, and I had no idea it would be the last time.
My eyes flick to the clock on the stove. It’s teal-blue numbers shine in the shadowed kitchen, telling me I have ten minutes to go. Ten minutes until everything changes. Ten minutes until he arrives.
In the glass, the reflection of Ali approaches me cautiously. She’s wearing a blue dress that I love. It brings out the olive tone in her skin, and makes her hazel eyes look almost silver. Did she choose it for me? Or for him?
She stops right behind my chair, the perfume she favors surrounding me with the essence of orange blossom. Our eyes meet in the glass as she runs her fingers through my hair, combing it with her nails.
Her voice is soft, full of love and concern. “Darling, it isn’t too late to cancel if you don’t want to go through with this.”
The lifeline she offers makes me close my eyes. But how can I call it off now, when it was all my idea?
I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the head of Nick. Don’t miss part 3, and you can follow the rest by dropping in each stop of my blog tour:
|Part 2||12/10/2018||Mainely Stories|
|Part 3||12/11/2018||Bayou Book Junkie|
|Part 4||12/11/2018||Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author|
|Part 5||12/12/2018||Love Bytes Reviews|
|Part 6||12/13/2018||J. Scott Coatsworth|
|Part 7||12/14/2018||The Blogger Girls|
Meet the AuthorIf you’re intrigued and want to know more about my sexy couple and the man they’ve hired, follow the buy link or check out The Escort’s Tale at my website.
M.J. Edwards is the pen name for Robert Winter. As Robert, I write primarily gay contemporary romance. M.J. is the alter ego under which I get to explore a more erotic side of romance, with combinations of characters along the LGBTQ spectrum. The stories are light on angst, heavy on sex, and a happy ending for all is my goal.
I love hearing from readers so please feel free to ask questions or make comments. You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or find me on Goodreads.
12/10 Dawn’s Reading Nook
12/11 Bayou Book Junkie
12/12 Love Bytes
12/13 J. Scott Coatsworth
12/14 The Blogger Girls