Confessions: Robbie, an all new tantalizing contemporary MMM Romance by Ella Frank is now LIVE!
Relationships are complex.
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.
The dynamics of an MMM relationship confounds my reasoning…I mean, sure, there are a plethora of opportunities to be touched, licked, fucked, and played with, but there’s also a whole lot of male testosterone, dominate personalities, and overwhelming sensations and feelings to try to commandeer through, which seems too daunting
But if there is one man who can handle two domineering alpha males with his smart mouth, sexual wiles, and flirty ways, it’s definitely Robert Antonio Bianchi or as avid readers of the Temptation series know him as – Robbie – the guy who has lusted and panted after Logan, even after Logan got together with Tate, and what I love most about Robbie’s interaction with Logan and Tate is that they now work together and call one another friends, even when Robbie winds up Tate about his undying lust for Tate’s husband!
Even though Robbie, Priest, and Julien’s story is told in third person, allowing all three of their perspectives to be heard, the idea that that the first book in their story is titled Confessions: Robbie makes perfect sense. Priest and Julien have already invited other men into their bed, albeit in the one-night stand variety only, but they know what they want and how they want it, and now they seem to know what they want it to be with for more than one night and that person is Robbie. But, it’s Robbie who’s taking the first leap…it’s him who has to decide if he can give his body and quite possibly his heart, because let’s be honest, that organ overwhelms him on a good day with desires and emotions, to two domineering men who already have an established, devoted relationship because they are married.
By the time I reached the end of Robbie’s book, I was left with a ton of questions about all three of these intriguing men, and while some answers are easily provided, the entirety of baggage they all respectively carry still needs to be elaborated on, especially when it comes to what Priest is dealing with when the one person who can give Priest what he needs when it comes to the maelstrom that’s brewing in his head and his soul knocks on Priest and Julien’s door – their princess!
I love the fact that Ella Frank keeps readers in her Temptation series’ setting. Logan’s law firm, Tate’s bar, and the ambiance of the city have already captivated readers with what occurs in those locations and they’re more than able to dazzle new readers to Frank’s world. And while the Confessions series is a spin-off of the Temptation series, fans of Logan and Tate will still get their fix, and in the case of Robbie’s Confession, they’ll get one overprotective Papa Bear in Logan when it comes to what he assumes is happening between Priest, Julien, and Robbie, and let’s just say that Logan is more than willing to beat the shit out of anyone who tramples on Robbie’s heart, even if he, unknowingly, did it himself.
The first book in Robbie, Priest, and Julien’s series was everything I thought it would be and more. These three men have a shitload of chemistry and they complement one another’s temperaments in all the best ways, and while sometimes I wondered how Robbie could deal with all the broodiness from his two dominant men, it didn’t surprise when he set them straight with everything that Robbie is, which is exactly why Priest and Julien felt Robbie would be the perfect fit for what they’ve always wanted in their relationship.
There’s still a lot that needs to be worked out when it comes to this threesome and I don’t just mean sexually; there’s a lot on the line in a relationship of this kind, especially when that includes a bonafide princess and everything that entails. Because while it’s not a question if these three men are compatible behind closed doors, it’s what happens when those doors are blown open that matters most, and readers have yet to truly get a handle on what that means for the priest, the princess, and the prick.
But, I’ll confess, I can’t wait to find out!
4.5 Poison Apples
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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.
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—”
“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.
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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