Sometimes your dream falls at your feet
And sometimes you’re the one who tumbles
During the holidays, Gina got everything she could have dreamed of and more: a night of off-the-hook passion with two gorgeous firemen and their equally hunky best friend. It opened her eyes in more ways than one.
Since then, however, everything in the college student’s life has paled in comparison, and she’s begun to despair of ever feeling quite so alive — of ever finding the kind of polyamorous happily-ever-after enjoyed by her in-laws (the menage-happy crowd from The Visitor Comes for Good and The Visitor’s Wedding). When she takes a tumble down a mountain-side and twists her ankle, it seems like a perfect metaphor for her unsatisfying life.
But then she discovers that she’s fallen at the feet of three gorgeous ballet dancers who carry her down the mountain like a queen, and she thinks perhaps things are looking up!
A girl can’t help but hope
This novella is the second installment in The Visitor’s Apprentice, a wild, reverse-harem follow-up to The Visitor Saga and The Visitor’s Wedding:
(20,0000 words; Interracial reverse harem, MMMF, BWWM, BWAM; scenes of group, bisexual and bi-curious sexuality. Adult readers only.)
The music shifted to new tune, a new beat, and Jim tapped Matt on the shoulder. “Mambo is mine, okay, Gina?” When she nodded, he handed Matt a beer, and stood before Gina, spine straight, arms out.
Gina stepped into them.
Jim was a very different dancer — muscular and solid where the redhead was molten — but just as sure, and that and the music swept away any uncertainty that Gina might have had, dancing in a room full of dancers.
She glanced over to where Matt had an arm around Sam’s shoulder, each of them lifting a beer to her.
Tilting his head, Jim winked. “So can I ask you a question?”
“Well, I asked you one, so sure.”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
Oh. Lord. That didn’t take long. “No.” She twirled under his arm. “Ain’t been in a serious relationship for more than a year. You?”
“No.” He glanced to the other side of the room, then back at Gina. “Neither has Sam. Or Matt.”
“Really?” Gina’s pulse felt suddenly very slow, but very loud. “Around all these pretty girls?” And guys.
“Huh.” She gazed steadily into his eyes as they danced. “Jim?”
“Yes.” He gazed steadily back.
“If I remember right, it was you asked me to come today.”
He blinked and nodded.
“So what were you thinking? I mean —”
“I thought you were cute.” Back still straight, eyes still solemn, Jim let a small smile appear on his face. “I still do.”
“Uh-huh. So what did you guys intend, inviting me?”
“Well…” His eyes flicked once more to his friends, then back.
“What if I was to say to you that whatever it was you had in mind — or Matt. Or Sam. That whatever you guys were thinking of, I reckon I’m up for it.”
She pressed against him — a bit closer than the dance teacher would have recommended for that particular step. “I think you’re cute too, Jim.”
“And Matt and Sam?”
Her chest fluttered. “And Matt and Sam too.”
His smile matched hers. “So, perhaps, if you’d like, we can go over to where Sam and Matt are sitting.”
“I think I’d like, yeah.” She whispered into his ear, “And then maybe we can all find someplace a bit less crowded to continue the conversation?”
He shivered — never missing a step — and nodded.
As the song sashayed its way to the end, she and Jim stalked toward his two friends, and Gina didn’t even try to stop herself from grinning.