Muse

By Matilda Martel

Young Maya has been obsessed with Gabriel Thoreau, the scoundrel Byronesque author living in her building's penthouse for years. He's English, tall, dark and handsome and he always has a group of beautiful women by his side.

Although she hears rumors about the things that go on in the penthouse, she's determined to become one of Gabriel's women. And she soon realizes he's had his eye on her too.

As soon as she’s legal, he sets about luring innocent Maya into his web and corrupting her thoroughly.

But life at the penthouse isn't as much fun as she expected. Excluded from parties and bored with her new life, she has no interest in being Gabriel's two-dimensional muse and love slave.

Perhaps she’s made a mistake.

Gabriel Thoreau is accustomed to sharing his women. But there's something about sharing his brand-new toy that's got him tied up in knots.

When young Maya catches the eye of Irish writer, Oliver Moore- a man who wants her all to himself, Gabriel must decide if keeping Maya is worth giving up the only lifestyle he's ever known.

With two older men vying for her devotion, Maya soon discovers only one holds the key to her heart. Find out which one she chooses!

This is MMF erotica- with one woman involved in a sexual relationship with two men. Do not expect romantic fidelity here. You’ve been warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Aug 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463446058

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

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The Muse

The Muse

Age Gap MMF Erotica

Matilda Martel

Matilda Martel

Copyright © 2018 by Matilda Martel

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Conclusion

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One

Maya

I don’t remember how old I was the first time I laid eyes on Gabriel Thoreau. I might have been 13 or 14 when he purchased the penthouse apartment in our building. It overlooked Central Park West and had stood empty for years when word got around that an English writer was moving in. I saw him the day the movers brought in his antique furniture and endless trunks of books. He had three beautiful women, the prettiest and most elegant women I’d ever seen accompany him on the elevator. After letting me off on the 6 th floor, they continued, but he smiled at me and said he’d see me around. His striking blue eyes, dark hair and all black attire titillated my teenage brain. With his harem of women, he reminded me of a scoundrel author, like Lord Byron and from then on I was absolutely fascinated with him. Adding to the mystique, when I asked my mother what kinds of books he wrote, she said, good ones, but you’re too young to read them.

Over the years, my fascination with Gabriel grew to an infatuation then into a full-scale obsession by the time I was 18. I’d read all his books, even the ones I had to special order because the library deemed them too risqué to lend out. There were always famous writers coming in and out of the penthouse and of course, different women. So many came and went over the years, none stayed for more than a year or two and there was never just one. When I started looking more mature, he and I began a harmless neighborly flirtation. He complimented my outfits or my hair, nothing sexual. It was always respectful but I could tell he thought I was pretty. Although I’d kept my small frame, my boobs had grown to a 32D and I’d inherited my mom’s shapely behind. I knew he had a natural appreciation for curves, because all of his women were voluptuous. And now that I was legal, I was determined to become one of his women.

If I was going to worm my way into Gabriel’s life, I needed him to know I was finally 18, but there weren’t too many opportunities to just blurt out my new legal status on our infrequent elevator rides. So I came up with a much more complicated and troublesome plan that involved me stalking him for over a week. It involved my birthday dinner, a dress and a ridiculous 18-year-old girl hiding out in a coffee shop.

My Mom was taking me out for a nice birthday dinner with family friends and asked me to make sure I bought a nice dress to wear before Friday evening. I waited until Thursday to go shopping, because I knew Gabriel met with his editor every Thursday afternoon and returned at approximately 4:30. As I said, I was obsessed. After I purchased my dress, which I asked them to hang in a clear plastic so he’d