Confessions: Robbie, an all new tantalizing contemporary MMM Romance by Ella Frank is available NOW!
Book Description:
Relationships are complex.
Love ever-changing.
And when it comes to rules of the heart,
they were made to be broken…
That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.
Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done.
No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.
But trouble was nothing new.
Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you:
If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it.
And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.
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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 5 stars
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“But as he knelt there between
two men he never could’ve imagined himself between, he felt as though he’d
finally found home.”
Damn Ella Frank and her threesomes. Damn, this book,
seriously. Three totally different characters that shouldn’t work at all and
yet together it’s just harmony. These three men, oh my god, they stole my
heart. Individually you have elements you just adore about them and other parts
that make you think urgh…and yet the qualities you don’t like, complement the
others and it fades into insignificance. It just goes to show how love can
change a person and how everyone needs a partner to balance them, or in this
case partners.
“I’ve always been told two is
better than one. I’m starting to believe that is the case.”
Robbie was the bar manager at the Popped Cherry and a man
that had always had a huge crush on Logan. When Logan and Tate got married
Robbie was crushed and it is this that spurs him into action when it comes to a
certain chef that was begging for his number. Thus begins the story of the
Priest, the Princess and the Prick.
“I never knew that was you.”
“I know,” Priest said. “You
weren’t ready to see.”
Julien aka the Prick, is the hot as hell chef that Robbie
has had his eye on, someone he had admired on the TV even if his demeanour gave
him the nickname of the Prick. But person to person Julien is nothing like the
man he was on the TV. This man has baggage, a whole heap of baggage but he has
had one man in his life that has kept him on the straight and narrow, a man who
has always been his biggest supporter, confidante and lover…that is his
husband, Priest.
“Smile, mon cher petit. You make
everything that’s dark fade to nothing when you smile.”
Priest, wow, what a turnaround. This man is nothing like the
persona he portrays. Again, more baggage than a 747, but it is his husband,
Julien that centres him. Priest has a heart of gold, something I would never
have guessed and behind closed doors, this man will have your ovaries and
hearts combusting with just how much you love and admire him.
“You will never find another
person who cares more than Priest. If there’s someone he can help, someone he
can make a difference for, he’ll do it. He’s not easy to understand, that’s
true. But once you do, you’ll wonder why it took you so long.”
Julien and Priest are both alphas in their own way, Priest
more than Julien and they have always dabbled with a third. Now, though, the
dabbling is old, and they want a stable mate. One that is in it for the long
haul. One that will be a forever type, one they can love, let in and make them
all whole. OMG, it was STUNNING.
Ella Frank never fails to deliver for me, whether it be
contemporary romance, paranormal, fantasy or her hot as hell MM, or in this case
MMM. The emotion that has been poured into this book is second to none and how
these characters develop before your eyes was breath taking. First appearances
and opinions often stick, and it takes a lot for someone to redeem themselves,
but once you understand these characters as individuals the rest just comes naturally.
All three of these men have their issues, they are all lacking something in
their lives to make it complete and when Robbie completes the trifecta, perfect
harmony is established.
“We don’t want to change you to
suit us. We want you because of who you already are.”
As with any Ella Frank read this book is seriously HOT, I
mean a furnace is tame compared to the heat packed between these pages. This
woman seriously knows how to bring her men to life, both in and out of the
sheets and kindles will definitely need freezer time. But more than the sex,
the emotional connection between these three was stunning. Ella Frank takes her
time in its development and it only makes you appreciate the trust between
these three all the more. This is the first in a series and I cannot wait to see
how these three develop going further. The past seems to be a problem for
Julien and Priest, so I cannot wait to know just what has made these two men,
them. Amazing start to a series.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
CONFESSION
If there’s a bad decision to make, I will
make it.
DRUNK-DIALING IS never a smart move. But drunk-dialing a married man? That is a monumentally stupid
move.
That
was the thought rolling around Robbie’s
muddled brain as he stood with his best friend Elliot at the bar of CRUSH and
tossed back his fourth Bitter Bitch. The conversation he was having with
himself wasn’t a new one—or a welcome one,
he thought as he swayed on his feet and kind of stumbled into the stool beside
him. But forgetting his lonely life with alcohol and men who were all wrong for
him seemed like an increasingly good way to cope tonight.
The
hum and throb of the bass beat was rattling through him, but instead of feeling
the pull he usually did to head out to the dance floor and have fun, tonight it
seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was making him think really stupid
thoughts.
“You’re
so wasted, Bianchi,” Elliot said as he grabbed Robbie’s arm and guided him to
the barstool. “What’s that? Your third shot? And how many margaritas did you
have at dinner?”
Robbie
held up two, then three fingers, and shrugged. “Who cares? Everyone had their
New Year’s on Sunday. Tonight’s mine, and I
want to celebrate.”
“If
you celebrate any more, you aren’t gonna remember your first night out of the
New Year.”
“Don’t
care,” Robbie said, as he waved his hand through the air with flourish and
leaned a little too much into the action. Luckily, Elliot was there to prop him
up. “I wanna have fun tonight. Do something I shouldn’t.”
Elliot
leaned his elbows back on the bar so he was facing the dance floor and said,
“Why don’t you get out there and let someone do you instead? You look gorgeous
tonight, darling.”
He’s right, I do look cute, Robbie
thought.
In
his skinny jeans and purple V-neck tee that was practically a second skin,
Robbie had gone all out with smoky eyes and a new pink shade of gloss he’d
bought a couple of days ago that tasted like—mmm, strawberries. He
could totally hit the dance floor, find a willing man, and let him do all kinds
of things. But that seemed so boring tonight, so normal, and so not what he wanted.
He
wanted wild. He wanted adventure. He wanted danger. And when the two men he
knew were both those things entered his mind, Robbie quickly shook his head,
trying to shake them free.
Stop thinking about them, he ordered
himself, but that was easier said than done. One of them was one of the sexiest
men he’d ever seen, and the other the most frustrating—and what was worse was
that he couldn’t have either of them even if he wanted to. What was with
everyone being fucking married all of a sudden? And to each other?
But
oh the dreams he’d been having
lately. The three of them, all sweaty and naked; they were enough to make him want to—
No, no, no. That is the worst idea you could have, Robbie told himself. Drunk or
sober.
Worst.
Idea.
Ever.
Plus, you don’t even like one of them. So stop obsessing over it.
“Earth
to Robbie…” Elliot said, waving a hand, and Robbie shrugged.
“I
don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.”
“You’re not in the mood to grind all over
a naked man? Okay, where the hell is my best friend and what did you do with
him?” Elliot asked as he swept his black bangs out of his eyes.
“I
don’t know.” Robbie slumped forward
on the bar, dramatic as ever, and looked up at Elliot from under his lashes. “I
think I’m in a state of mourning, El, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”
Elliot
frowned. “Is this about Logan? I thought you were happy for him and Tate?”
“I
am, but— Ugh. They just got engaged,
and now all of a sudden, he’s married. Married.”
“I
know, babe. But you knew it was coming.”
“Doesn’t
make it any easier. Knowing there are two more beautiful men off the market
forever due to a ring and a piece of paper is just depressing.”
“Two
more men?” Elliot said, regarding him
with a suspicious eye. “Who else do you know who’s hitched?”
Julien, Robbie instantly thought,
as an image of the famous chef came to mind.
Julien “the Prick” Thornton. And
this time, as Julien’s name ran through Robbie’s head, he made a point to roll
the Jul over his tongue the way
Julien had when he’d introduced himself that night at the bar. That’s
right…Julien “I’m gay, gorgeous, and, oh yeah, married to your worst enemy”
Thornton. He was hitched.
“No
one,” Robbie said, and pouted. Then he swiveled on the stool to look out at the
men gyrating all over one another. “You go and play for the both of us. I’m
going to sit here and—”
“Ferment?”
“Okay
that word is too big for my brain
right now,” Robbie said, and winced. “Go and feel up the muscles and men for
me. Someone should get some enjoyment out of them.”
Elliot
pursed his lips. “I don’t know…”
“I’m
just gonna sit here. Not going anywhere,” Robbie promised, crossing a finger
over his chest.
“Your
heart is on the other side, genius.”
Robbie
switched sides and did it again. “I’m just gonna drown my sorrows so my body
hurts tomorrow and will take my mind off my broken heart.”
“Aww,
cheer up, Buttercup. Your Prince Charming will come to you one day soon.”
“Well,
until then”—Robbie gestured for the bartender—“I’m going to drink myself into a
deep slumber in the hopes that maybe he’ll come on me, or, you know, at least kiss me back to life.”
Elliot
placed a hand on Robbie’s arm. “Do not go anywhere. I’ll be back for you.”
“I
can’t feel my legs to move, so… I’ll
stay. Like a good little boy.”
“Don’t
know how good you are, but…” Elliot chuckled, then before he headed out to the
dance floor, said, “Where’s your phone?”
Robbie
dug into his pants pocket and pulled it free.
Elliot
opened the contacts and scrolled down to his name, and then set it on the bar
in front of Robbie. “You need me, call. Do not
leave this seat.”
Robbie
touched his fingertips to his temple in a sloppy salute and then hiccupped.
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay.
Be back for you soon.” Elliot then turned to the bartender and said, “No more
after this for him.”
When
the bartender nodded, Robbie’s mouth fell open. “Hello, you’re not my mother.”
“Lucky
for you. She’d be spanking your ass right now, not to mention your sisters, and
I’m sure you’d much rather have that
done by a man who would then pound it afterward. I’ll be back.”
Robbie
dismissed Elliot with a wave of his hand, and then took great interest in
scrolling up and down his list of contacts, searching for someone to occupy his
time. It wasn’t until he saw Julien’s number that he realized how drunk he was,
because that was the only excuse he could think of as to why he hit call.
Well
that, and: If there’s a bad decision to
make, I will make it.
About the Author:
Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.
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