Delicate Ties is out today!

The next book in the bestselling Trinity Masters series by Mari Carr and Lila Dubois releases today! There is power and passion in three. Have you stepped into this world of intrigue and mystery?

A Broadway star. An adventurous architect. And the powerful Dom determined to claim them both.

Christian Rogers Stewart is no stranger to the stage, nor is he a stranger to the ways of the Trinity Masters. A legacy, he’s grown up among brilliant, powerful people and he’s more than ready to contribute to the society’s noble cause when initiated as a member. However, he is blindsided when he’s called to the altar by the Grand Master. First by lust for his arranged partners Charlotte and Vincent. And then by the revelation that the Trinity Masters are under attack, from within, by an insidious faction called the purists.

At their binding ceremony, Christian, Charlotte and Vincent are given two tasks: study the web of tunnels hidden beneath headquarters and investigate a suspected member of the purists, a fellow Dom in Vincent’s clubs. By day Charlotte struggles to make sense of a coded blueprint of the tunnels. By night they investigate the wealthy, powerful Dom, with Vincent guiding his new lovers into the dark and sensual world of BDSM.

Both tasks lead the new trinity to earth-shaking discoveries. Not just about the purists, but about themselves and their own erotic desires.

Excerpt from Delicate Ties

“Christian Rogers Stewart.”
Well, he thought, here goes everything.
Christian rose and shrugged off the robe, his face—and everything else—plainly revealed to his partners. He stood still, even as he felt their eyes on him from beneath the hoods of their robes. A million thoughts raced through his mind within the span of a single breath.
Did they recognize his name?
Did they find him attractive?
Were they relieved or disappointed or intrigued or disgusted?
“Charlotte Mead.”
Christian didn’t recognize the woman’s name, but as she threw off her own robe, he knew it was one he’d enjoy saying for the rest of his life. Charlotte—brave woman—had opted to bare herself to them as well. She was beautifully made, not super thin, but with round hips and generous breasts. Her hair was a mass of auburn curls that puffed up now that it was no longer contained by the hood. Everything about her spoke of liveliness, energy and, given the slight grin on her face, humor.
He had been right. So much could be revealed about a person without words. His first impression of his soon-to-be wife was that life would never be dull or sad with her.
He returned her smile, which grew wider as he winked at her.
One down.
Both of them turned their attention to the other man as the Grand Master said, “Vincent Clayton.”
Vincent removed his robe slowly and Christian sucked in a deep breath—half horror, half ohmyfuckinggod.
If Christian had ever taken the time to create the perfect man in his mind, it would have been Vincent.
The man was easily six foot five with the build of a New England Patriots linebacker. He possessed thick, muscular arms and six-pack abs that appeared to be chiseled from the same marble used to fashion the statues of the lions that graced the entrance to the Boston Public Library. His dark-chocolate skin looked silky smooth and soft to the touch, something the clearly alpha male probably wouldn’t appreciate hearing.
Like Christian and Charlotte, Vincent had come with nothing to hide. Though Christian tried to keep his southerly glance quick, Vincent had caught him checking out his sizable package. The guy didn’t seem concerned that he was functioning at half-mast. Maybe more than half-mast. Hello, Mr. Well Hung.
Of course, now that Christian had seen his partners, he was experiencing a slight thickening below the waist as well.
He forced himself to look his new husband in the eye. Unlike Charlotte, Vincent was better at hiding his emotions. Christian didn’t have a clue what Vincent was thinking.
And then he saw it. Vincent lifted one eyebrow as if to say “well?”
Christian smiled and Vincent nodded, his dark black eyes softening and one corner of his mouth quirking up.
Sixty seconds in and Christian was feeling like the luckiest man alive.
Christian had almost forgotten the Grand Master was there until she spoke once more.
“You now belong to one another. Stand closer together and hold out your right hands.”
Vincent thrust his right hand forward, followed by Charlotte. Christian completed the union as he placed his on top. He felt, rather than saw, Charlotte shudder slightly. He felt it too. There was something powerful coursing through him as he held their hands.
The Grand Master took a long gold chain from around her neck and wrapped it around their hands, binding them together.
“A trinity marriage isn’t easy, but if you love and trust one another, you will never be alone.”
Though she didn’t say “you may kiss the bride or husband…or other husband,” Christian got a sense from her quietness, she was giving them time to solidify this bond with a gesture.
Vincent moved first, using his left hand to cup the back of Charlotte’s neck as he drew her to him. Their kiss was quick, but powerful. The moment Vincent moved away, Christian leaned closer, anxious to kiss their bride as well. He let it linger, wanting this first kiss to be memorable, to prove to Charlotte that he wouldn’t hold back his affection for her. They may be strangers now, but God willing, they would become best friends, lovers and—hopefully—even parents together.
As their lips parted, Christian hesitated as he glanced in Vincent’s direction. He had a pretty good radar, and everything about Vincent was screaming straight.
Dammit.
So he was surprised—no, he was shocked to the very core—when Vincent used that same masculine grip to tug Christian toward him, treating him to the same intense kiss he’d just offered Charlotte. It was a fast, hot, almost glancing touch, but damn if it didn’t pack a punch.