Theirs To Pleasure by Stasia Black
Title: Theirs to Pleasure
A Reverse Harem Romance
Series: The Marriage Lottery
Author: Stasia Black
Genre: Steamy Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2018
Blurb
In a world where there’s only one woman for every twelve men, a lottery is the chance for five lucky men to win the prize of a lifetime… her hand in marriage.
All Charlie ever wanted was to protect his sister. But when they are separated and Charlie is imprisoned in an enemy camp, Charlie’s tortured by thoughts of what might be happening to her.
Until one day, a beautiful servant named Shay starts bringing him his meals. Even her name sounds like a sigh. Shay. For the first time in months, Charlie has someone else to think about other than his sister.
Where did Shay come from? Who’s giving her those bruises on her face? And how can he protect her when he couldn’t even protect his own sister, much less himself?
When Shay breaks him out of his cell with promises of reuniting him with his sister, Charlie has no clue just how much his protective instincts are going to be stretched to the limits. Because the township where his sister lives? Turns out they have a law that every woman must marry five men. And His. Sister. Married. Five. Guys.
What’s worse? Shay’s the next up for the lottery.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Well
this was interesting. I believe that this is my first novel that i've
read written by Stasia Black, and in a way, i'm really glad that i took a
chance on it. A dystopian/futuristic type of novel, Theirs To Pleasure
takes into consideration that women are all but extinct after a plague
that ravaged the world almost 15 years ago.
Now,
i haven't read the previous book in the series before getting my hands
on this, but i have to admit that it wasn't all that necessary as i
wasn't overly confused on the past, present and what i'm suspecting will
be the next instalment of the series, so that really worked in favor
for this author. While i love reading series, there are some things that
i'm known for it's that i read series out of order until i can get to
the beginning of it and get back to the flow.
I
won't say that i didn't understand how the ratio of 5 men to 1 female
would be able to repopulate the earth, but i have to say that it was an
engaging and i really wanted to keep reading to find out what was to
happen to Shay and Charlie and whether they'd find their place in this
new 'regime'.
I
doubt this will be my last book by this author as she has a captivating
way to develop her stories that will make you really want to find out
what'll happen to her characters from the very beginning all the way to
the end.
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Excerpt
“So, um.
When will I meet the last one? My last fiancé?”
Henry and
Rafe exchanged a glance. Even Jonas had opened his eyes and stood up straighter
again.
“Well,”
Henry said, drawing out the word, “we were thinking about having dinner tonight
all together. Over at the house. The one that will be ours once we are
married.”
Shay could
feel Charlie’s blood boiling from across the room.
Rafe broke
in before he could erupt. “But if that’s too much at once, babe, we can wait.
There’s no r—”
Shay just
shook her head, though, waving their concerns away. “When does the marriage
become official?”
Another
significant glance was exchanged.
But Charlie
was apparently done holding his opinions to himself. “This is insane. There’s
no way we’re letting them force you into any of this—”
“Charlie,”
Shay said, loud enough that it stopped his tirade before it really got legs. “I
want to hear what they have to say.”
This was
going to happen her way or not at
all. The sooner she got them all on an equal playing field, the better.
Charlie
ground his teeth together, a vein standing out in his neck.
Shay took a
deep breath and looked back to Rafe and Henry. “Well?”
Rafe held
out a hand for Henry, like this one’s all
yours. Henry narrowed his eyes in return, but he spoke up, looking back to
Shay. “The wedding usually takes place a few weeks after the lottery. After
we’ve all had a chance to get acquainted with each other and feel comfortable
enough to share a living space.” Henry held up a hand like he was anticipating
resistance. “That doesn’t mean we’re expected to share a bed right away,
though.”
“But it is
expected eventually,” Charlie growled, turning on Henry.
Henry
shrugged reluctantly but Shay spoke over both of them.
“All of
that’s ridiculous anyway.”
That got
everyone’s attention. They all looked her way. Charlie was smiling, while Henry
just looked confused. Shay couldn’t read the expression on Jonas’s coolly
appraising face and Rafe simply looked interested.
“Wha—”
Henry started to ask but Shay spoke over him, impatient to have this part done
with.
“It’s
ridiculous to wait that long. We should get married as soon as possible.
Tonight even.” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she knew it was
exactly what she wanted.
“Shay!”
Charlie exploded. “What the hell are you thinking?”
Shay let
out a long breath and walked over to him. She took both of his hands and looked
up into his worried, green eyes.
“I’m not
your sister.” She felt his flinch, but
it had to be said. “I don’t need you to protect me. I knew what would be
expected of me before we even left Travisville. And I was fine with it. I still
am.”
She was
more than fine with it. Looking between the four of them, she felt the quiver
start deep in her sex. Wrong as it probably was, she looked forward to fucking
these four men. And the fifth who was still a stranger.
You’re my whore. Jason’s words rang in her head. My perfect little fucking whore.
Not
tonight. She squared her jaw. Jason wouldn’t be anywhere nearby as she took
these men into her body. Tonight she’d belong to herself. And she’d take as
much as she gave. More, maybe.
But Charlie
just kept stubbornly shaking his head back and forth. He leaned down and
whispered fervently in her ear. “We don’t have to stay. I’ve seen Audrey. I know she’s alive. I can get you out, get
you somewhere safe, then come back for her and—”
Shay let
out an exasperated huff. Why wouldn’t he listen
to her? Men never listened. They just assumed they knew best and, because
there were more of them, they got to run everything. It was crap.
She spun on
Charlie. “So everything you said last night in the Commander’s office—about how
a woman should be able to choose. Was that just bullshit?”
“What? Of
course not. That’s my whole point. This lottery system gives you no ch—”
“This is what I choose,” she spoke over
him. “Sex isn’t a big deal to me. If it is to you, fine, you don’t have to join
us—but that’s your problem, not mine. I want you there, but if you can’t handle
it, let me know now.”
Charlie’s
mouth dropped open. “Shay…”
But she
just shook her head. “What’s waiting around for three weeks going to get me?
It’ll just drive me crazy. I know what I want and I’m ready. So we do it tonight.”
She looked
over to Jonas. “You’re a preacher, right?”
“Former preacher.” He watched her with a
dark, intense look. She couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or attraction.
She waved a
hand. “Whatever. Can you still do wedding ceremonies?”
He nodded
solemnly.
“Good. Then after dinner, when the last man gets there, I want
you to perform the ceremony. Just something small and intimate. Only the six of
us.”
One after the other, she looked each of them in
the eye. “But we get married tonight.”
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2018 Stasia Black
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Stasia was born in Georgia, grew up in Texas, recently spent
a freezing five-year stint in Minnesota, and now is happily planted in sunny
California, which she will never, ever leave.
She loves writing, reading, listening to podcasts, and has recently taken up
biking after a twenty-year sabbatical (and has the bumps and bruises to prove
it). She lives with her own personal cheerleader, aka, her handsome husband,
and their teenage son. Wow. Typing that makes her feel old. And writing about
herself in the third person makes her feel a little like a nutjob, but ahem!
Where were we?
Stasia’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants
to see beneath people’s veneer and poke into their dark places, their twisted
motives, and their deepest desires. Basically, she wants to create characters
that make readers alternately laugh, cry ugly tears, want to toss their kindles
across the room, and then declare they have a new FBB (forever book boyfriend).
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