Monday, January 19, 2015

A Bond of Three by K.C. Wells: Review, Excerpt & #Giveaway @IslandTalesPres @PridePromo

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A Bond of Three
by K.C. Wells

Genres: Fantasy, Erotic, Romance, Ménage/Multiple Partners
In the kingdom of Teruna, the red-cloaked Seruani teach the Terunans the art of love. Taken from their homes at seventeen to be trained, they are shunned as outcasts by society and considered the lowest of the low. So when Prince Tanish falls in love with the Seruan Feyar, the man who took his virginity and the only one to share his bed, he is not about to declare that love. No one can ever know, because the consequences would be too painful to consider for both of them.

When the king of Vancor visits Teruna, he promises that his son, Prince Sorran, will marry Prince Tanish to solidify the alliance between the two kingdoms, with the proviso that the virginal Sorran is instructed in the art of pleasing his husband-to-be. When Tanish’s father chooses Feyar to be this instructor, the lovers decide Prince Sorran must be taught that this is to be a marriage in name only….

A resentful prince, unwilling to share his lover.

A resentful Seruan, unwilling to share his prince.

And the shy prince whose very nature sparks changes in the lives of all those around them.

Teruna is about to change forever.
“We are alone,” Sorran said after a few minutes. “Tell me of the cashor. You have intrigued me.”

Tanish thought for a moment how best to begin. “It is worn by the Seruani.” Sorran’s furrowed brow told him what he needed to know. He sighed. “The Seruani are those men and women who provide a special service. They instruct us in the pleasures of the flesh. A husband whose wife no longer wishes to share her bed with him, those who have lost their partners, youths who seek their first experience to be with someone knowledgeable—all these people can pay for their services.”

Sorran’s forehead smoothed out. “Ah, I understand. We have such people in Vencor.” That frown was back suddenly. “But I am still confused. Why would someone not pay us heed if we wear the cashor?”

Tanish stared at him. “Because Seruani are considered the lowest of the low. When a youth is taken to be trained as a Seruan, he or she loses all contact with his or her family. If a Seruan was to be seen in the street by a family member, they would not be acknowledged. In truth, they would be shunned.”

Sorran pulled at Forena’s reins, bringing the stallion to a dead stop.

Tanish halted Nerita and twisted in his saddle to regard Sorran. “What is the matter?”

Sorran shook his head, his expression pained. “In Vancor, such people are revered. They are viewed as mystical.”

Tanish was astonished. “But why?” He could not believe such a difference in attitude could exist.

Sorran tilted his head. “My teachers tell me that when two people make love, their joy can be such that they almost touch the heavens. Surely one who can help you reach such levels is a person to be cherished, valued, revered.”

His description brought tears to Tanish’s eyes. To think that but for an accident of geography, Feyar could have been born into a land where his gifts would have had worth, where he would have been treasured. Tanish bowed his head, eyes closed, overwhelmed with emotion.

A soft hand came to rest on his arm. “What ails you, Tanish?” Sorran’s voice was low and lilting, his concern audible.

Tanish opened his eyes and gave Sorran a feeble smile. “For many years I have wept at the thought of those chosen to be Seruani, shunned by their families and society. I have wished for change.”

Sorran smiled, his dark eyes flashing. “But you are to be king one day, just as I will be. A king wields so much power.” He leaned closer, his gaze fixed on Tanish. “If a king does not like a law, he has the power to change it.”

Tanish shook his head. “To do so would be to insult those who drew up the laws in the first place.”

Sorran quirked his eyebrows. “Who created those laws? And when?”

“I do not know. It has always been so.” Tanish had reflected upon that many times.

Sorran frowned. “That does not mean it must remain so. And laws can be changed a little at a time. Take small steps, but always be sure of your goal.” He patted Tanish’s arm. “Win the people’s hearts first, and then lead them where you will go. If you act justly, your motives clear, they will follow you.”

Sorran’s earnest expression seemed older than his years. Tanish gazed at the prince in wonder. Sorran’s words resonated deep within him, sparking a flame of hope—and something else. For the first time in a long while, Tanish felt at peace with his destiny.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Tanish, Feyar and Sorran are brought together by what seems to be a cruel twist of fate.  As love wages war against duty, each man finds himself paying an unexpectedly personal price.

The kingdoms of Vancor and Teruna must find a way to unite against a common enemy, but with customs as different as the princes who represent each kingdom, their alliance may come to an end before it really begins.

At its heart, A BOND OF THREE is the emotional journey of three very different men who have one common goal, to spend their lives in love with a partner who cherishes them in return. It shouldn't be difficult, but laws, traditions and expectations weigh heavily against their dreams.

Intrigue, adventure and a hint of magic are interwoven in this heart-wrenching tale. Set in a uniquely crafted world that fits the story beautifully, A BOND OF THREE is a complex and well written story. Intensely emotional, there were times when the tension made me feel like screaming with frustration, but there was no way I was going to put this story down. I simply HAD to find out how it ended... and let me tell you, the ending is worth the wait.

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
15 – Two weeks with a private yacht or jet – which would you use and who would you take with you? Private yacht… and I refuse to answer the second bit, on the grounds that I might incriminate myself….

16 – How old were you when you wrote your first story and do you remember what it was about?
Oh wow…. Younger than six, so my mother tells me, but I have no idea what it was about, and neither does she.

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