Behind the scenes tidbit: I got the idea for Bart, Clarisse's miniature Yorkie, from two that I always see in a local business. When I told the woman about my idea and how I used it in the story, she nearly wet her pants laughing and loved it. And the two Greek restaurants mentioned in the book really exist.
This is one of my favorite exchanges from the book. This is between Mac and Clarisse, while she's trying to wrap her head around why Mac enjoys being Sully's slave.
[Menage Amour 119: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, Contemporary, BDSM, Public Exhibition]
Clarisse seeks refuge from her abusive ex-boyfriend on the Dilly Dally, her uncle's old fishing trawler in Tarpon Springs, Florida. She doesn't expect to find Mac and Sully, the Dilly's sexy new owners, on board making love.
They're at first startled by her appearance, then outraged by the injuries her ex inflicted. They insist she stay with them, and with nowhere else to go, Clarisse agrees.
Both men find themselves falling for Clarisse, but she can't bring herself to completely trust Sully, a former cop, like her ex. She's shocked to discover the men aren't just lovers either, but full-time Master and slave in a BDSM relationship. As she learns more about their history and lifestyle, she uncovers her own hidden desires. When danger from her past returns, can Sully and Mac provide Clarisse a Safe Harbor?
Clarisse shoved that last twinge out of her thoughts. “What if he kicks you out with nothing?”
Mac shrugged. “He could, but he won’t. Legally we have an agreement that if we separate I’ll get certain things.”
“That’s one of them.”
“It doesn’t scare you?”
“Why should it?”
Wrapping her head around the issue wasn’t happening as she hoped it would. She stood and paced the kitchen. “How do you know? How do you know you won’t get screwed? In the bad way,” she added.
“So you’re perfectly okay with him having all this control over you? Faced with the very real possibility of having to start over?”
He shrugged. “I can always get a job, go back to school for my master’s degree, something.”
It struck her how little she knew about the men. “You went to college?”
“Yeah. Sully made me take advantage of my GI Bill bennies. I had no interest in going to college. He ordered me to. I enlisted in the Army the week after I graduated from high school, went to boot camp a few weeks later. I had no interest in college.”
“What’s your degree in?”
“Marine biology. Sully said I could pick any major I wanted, but I had to earn a degree in something.” He smirked. “So you see, I’m not some poor, dumb asshole without options. I was offered an internship at Mote Marine. I turned it down despite Sully wanting me to take it.”
“He made you go to school?”
He grinned. “Yeah, how horrible is that? Fuckin’ sadist.”
Clarisse tried to process that. “You’re a marine biologist?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “No. I’m a slave.”
She blinked, trying to make sense of that. “Why would you give up a career to do that?”
“I trust him. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, to serve him.” He studied her. “Have you ever really trusted anyone?”
She started to answer, then stopped, thinking about it.