Magic So Green by A.R. Moler
Genre= urban fantasy erotic romance menage
Publisher = A.R. Moler
Val's sister Belinda has just died of cancer and Val is completely at loose ends. His fellowship from the University and his lease has just ended. Mourning his sister, he's not sure what to do next. Fortunately, before she died, his sister asked her friend Keira Marshall to help him out.
Keira Marshall lives in a more interesting world than Val can yet understand. There's magick in her world. And her primary partner is an older bisexual man, Duncan Rothwell. Keira lives with Duncan and now, so does Val. Val's world is about to get interesting too.
Belinda's ex-girlfriend is harassing Val for something of Belinda's. Since she treated Belinda very badly, Val isn't feeling all that forthcoming. This new world that Val is running into? It's all connected. And now Val is connected too.
Duncan pointed to a door tucked in the corner of the kitchen. “The laundry room’s through there. I think the iron is on the shelf above the washing machine, unless Keira dragged it upstairs.”
“Thanks.” He opened the door. There was a tidy room containing the obligatory washer and dryer and a batch of cupboards and shelving. The iron was above the dryer, not the washer but Duncan’s indication had been close enough. The board was folded up and slid in between the wall and the washer.
Val was halfway through ironing when he seared the tip of one finger with the hot iron. It was a trivial injury but it was the crack in the dam. Val set the iron upright and leaned back against the wall behind him. Tears slipped down his cheeks and he wound his arms around his body trying to suppress the flood.
There was a touch on his shoulder. He looked up to see Duncan standing beside him, a serious expression on his face. Duncan put both arms around Val and held him. He probably should have thanked the man and walked away but Val felt like he was hanging together by a thread and Duncan’s presence was warm and steady and comforting. Val tilted his face up and kissed Duncan, pressing the length of his body against Duncan’s. It was a reflex without thought, all want and no guile.
Duncan was very still, and suddenly the realization of what he’d done washed through Val. Val pulled away. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. You must be so offended. I wasn’t thinking. I know you have something with Keira…” Val babbled, horrified.
He was surprised when Duncan stayed exactly where he was, inches away from Val.
Cupping his hand against Val’s cheek, Duncan said, “I’m not offended, in fact I’m flattered. If the timing was a little different I would even be interested, but tonight you’re too vulnerable. As for what I have with Keira, she is one of several people I periodically take to bed. She would tell you, if you asked, that there are men as well as women. Truly Val, I find you very attractive but tonight the timing is wrong.”
Val’s breath hitched. He wasn’t sure if he was absorbing the details of the very gentle turn down or the fact that it didn’t sound like a “no way, never.” God, oh God, why was his brain going in this direction at all?
A.R. Moler is a chemistry professor at a community college, a homeschooling mom and an avid science fiction fan. She is a devotee of first hand research for her writing whenever possible and to this end has - learned to fire a handgun, been rappelling, ridden with both EMS and the police, flown a helicopter, bought a motorcycle and learned to ride it. She has traveled to nearly all the places where her stories are set and taken hundreds of photos for documentation. She has been writing since her high school years.