Welcome the lovely Justine Elyot to Friends Friday today with sexy music and a menage!
“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.”
So says Count Orsino in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, suffering the torments of unrequited affection. But who said music was the food of love? Somebody must have done, for Shakespeare to pick up on it, and whoever it was had a point, I think.
That’s why I wanted to write a story centring on the passionate lives and loves of a group of orchestral musicians. They work hard, they travel the world, they spend their days with beautiful music – it struck me as a crucible for all kinds of intense emotions and scenarios.
The story concentrates on the fictional Westminster Symphony Orchestra and follows the blossoming career of its new violinist, Lydia Foster. She’s instantly bowled over by the glamorous first violin, Milan Kaspar, a man she has long crushed on from afar. But Milan’s love life is complicated, and she soon finds herself involved in a ménage with him and his male lover, the cellist, Evgeny.
On a tour of central Europe, everything that has simmered below the surface erupts and their lives change irrevocably.
Here’s a little taster of Lydia’s first inkling that Milan is by no means a one-woman-man:
There was no sign of Milan. Should she just leave? Was he in bed?
A strange moaning noise came from the living room. Lydia, wanting to postpone her return to the frozen wastelands of London after dark, tiptoed to the interconnecting door, which was half open. Peering through the crack, she had to suppress her instinctive sharp breath.
Evgeny and Milan sat together on a sofa, both perfectly naked, while Evgeny’s pretty head rested against Milan’s chest. Milan stroked his hair and whispered words she couldn’t hear, while his fist moved slowly but firmly the length of Evgeny’s cock.
Evgeny moved his head up and the pair began to kiss, deeply.
Lydia couldn’t move. What was going to happen? Milan’s fist sped up and Evgeny began to make little helpless noises until the kiss was broken. Milan sank his teeth into Evgeny’s shoulder and Evgeny cried out, his cock expelling coils of pearlescent ejaculate over his abdomen and thighs.
“Come in and get warm, Lydia,” drawled Milan without looking away from Evgeny.
Completely at sea, she stepped into the room. How should she feel about this? It was so far beyond her experience that she had no frame of reference to consult. But then, the entire evening had been the same. Perhaps she should abandon her expectations of the world here and now.
“You should have told me,” she said haltingly. “That you were gay. Why did you ask me out if…if…”
Milan lifted his head from Evgeny’s neck and stared at Lydia, his lips quirked upwards.
“I’m not gay,” he said.
“What? Then what…?”
“Even you must have heard of bisexuality?”
What do you mean, ‘even me’?
“Of course, but…but…” “But what?”
If music be the food of love, no wonder orchestral life is so passionate. The new violinist with the Westminster Symphony Orchestra knows she shouldn’t have a crush on its glamorous leader, Milan Kaspar, but Lydia just can’t help wanting a piece of the arrogant Czech virtuoso.
Capturing his attention by refusing to play along with his plans for the orchestra, she soon finds herself drawn into his bed – a bed he shares with lovers of both sexes.
But Lydia wants more than wild and inventive sex – she wants to get behind Milan’s sophisticated veneer, to find the man inside the performer.
She seems doomed to failure, until a trip to his home country changes everything…
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage relationships, bisexual characters and exhibitionism/voyeurism, plus some scenes of angst.
It’s available from Total E-Bound on Monday: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1639