Reverse Harem Rockstars comes out Monday, June 11th!

Best Friends to Lovers Romance Series, MMF Menage, Reverse Harem Menage

Here’s a little taste of things to come in the next volume of Kat Crimson’s wildly popular Best Friends to Lovers series – Reverse Harem Rockstars (Vol 7)


Foster had brought us all to a fucking sex club.

Oh boy…

I stood frozen in place, gaping at the imposing stone building, wondering what was on the other side of the ornate, dungeonesque set of doors. Lux was built like a miniature castle – not a beautiful, white palace for Disney princesses, but a dark, medieval lair. One I could easily picture housing vast dungeons filled with devices of sexual torture.

The ground beneath us was an ornate glass mosaic, done in shades of blue and green to resemble a river. There was an empty, weathered and abused wooden boat off to the left. It’s bottom had been cut off so it appeared to be in the “water” surrounding the building, somewhat like a moat.

The building itself was shaped like a tower, tall and round, and built out of large, rough, dark gray stones. The windows were covered with wrought iron bars, pointed at the tops and deadly looking. There were gas torches, with serpents encircling their shafts, on either side of the giant, arched wooden doors. The entire structure was designed like a fortress, to intimidate.

I had no idea what was in store for me this night and I felt my belly drop with a combination of fear and excitement.

“Are you scared Maya?” Max whispered in my ear with a devilish glint in his eye and a wicked slant to one corner of his sexy mouth. He couldn’t wait to corrupt what little was left of my innocence. That much was clear.

“What are we all waiting for?” Foster questioned, stepping up behind me and placing his hand in the small of my back.

I had no choice but to move with him as he began to step towards the doors, propelling me forward. My trembling legs wanted to lock into place, protesting that I wasn’t ready for what lay inside.

Probably, I was just being silly. I’d been imagining things about Lux for so long. I’d managed to build it up in my head to this impossible den of debauchery that no place stood any possible chance of living up to in reality. But still I hesitated.

I stumbled in front of Foster, as I read the words on the doors, “ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE”. I might have fallen, except for Pace’s nearby presence and quick reflexes. Suddenly I found myself scooped up into his strong arms as Foster chuckled at my predicament and the group of us moved forward as one.

The choice was out of my hands now.

“Don’t worry Maya,” Pace looked down at me and whispered, “I’d never let anything happen to my baby mama.”

I barked out a short laugh in spite of myself and he smiled with mischief. Part of me wasn’t so sure he was actually joking, though, and I shivered in his grip until Pace’s arms tightened protectively around me.

Large, muscular, attractive men, dressed in charcoal colored suits, with expensive looking silver ties, flanked either side of the dungeon doors. As we neared, the men moved in unison, each opening their respective door, to allow us admittance into the dimly lit interior.

It was nothing like what I expected on the inside.

The entire tower was open space, with a single, gargantuan, gas chandelier dropping down from somewhere high above. The main level consisted of a path, perhaps eight or ten feet wide that ran around the perimeter of the tower, like a track. There was a brass railing along the inner circumference and a tall wall of glass, just beyond the railing, that reminded me of being at a hockey game.

The center of the floor was completely missing.

Gas torches, like the ones outside the entrance doors, were set into the walls at even intervals and illuminated clumps of guests who were busy leaning over the rails to view the action going on below, in the first level of the basement.

“It’s all below,” Pace whispered, breaking into my spellbound perusal of the interior of Lux. I was still being held in his strong arms like an infant, or a bride who had just been carried over the threshold. Oddly enough, I felt relaxed there and content, so I didn’t bother to struggle.

We weren’t close enough to the railing to have a good view of what was happening beneath us, but the little I could see made me blush and I was glad for the darkness.

I wondered if this was it, or if there were more floors beyond the one that appeared below.

“There are five more levels,” he continued, mirroring my thoughts. “That I know about…,” he trailed off mysteriously.

At that point I shifted my gaze away from the pit and up to Pace’s sexy features, awaiting more.

Max materialized from the darkness to my right and butted in.

“It’s rumored that there are nine levels in total,” he leaned over me as he spoke, sliding a stray hand along my leg from ankle to inner thigh and causing a shiver. “Like the nine circles of hell,” Max went on, finding my bare, cum-filled sex with his wicked fingers and making me gasp and arch in Pace’s arms, closing my eyes in to the sensation. “But none of us have ever been below the sixth.”

Reverse Harem Rockstars is due out Monday, June 11th: available for pre-order now (select stores only)



The cat is most definitely out of the bag on our taboo ménage romance after Foster pressed me up against the wall and kissed me senseless, right in front of his band mates.

Now they all want a piece of me... and after that hot little ride in the limo, some of them have actually gotten one. I've gone from monogamy, to ménage, to reverse harem ménage in record time and I can't seem to find the brakes on this crazy thrill ride. I'm not even sure if I want to slow my roll. This sexual adventure is making me feel the most alive that I've ever been.

I mean, what would you do if your two lovers took you to a sex club and gave you the green light to get as freaky as you pleased with whomever you wanted? Yeah, me too... I have a feeling this is the start of one wild and crazy night with my new found male harem in tow.

If you're a reverse harem romance junkie, love steamy ménage short stories, or can't pass up a bunch of molten hot alpha male studs, then Reverse Harem Rockstars is the right read for you!



Kat Crimson is the author of sweet, filthy, intelligent smut. Romantic erotica that slips in under your defenses and arouses your mind as much as your middle bits, pausing to touch your heart along the way. She is a friend to all beasts, an accomplished pastry chef and lover of nature.

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