I can’t wait to read Invincible, an all-new powerful and emotional ménage love story, featuring a sexy and dominant silver fox from Elizabeth SaFleur, is available now! Read the included EXCERPT! @ElizaLoveStory @jennw23

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People say a broken heart can kill, but it’s really the secrets that take you down.

~Alexander Rockingham II

Invincible, an all-new powerful and emotional ménage love story, featuring a sexy and dominant silver fox from Elizabeth SaFleur, is available now!



Alexander Rockingham keeps the secrets of Washington DC’s most elite players, but none are as devastating as his own. Forty years ago, the Wynters ripped away everyone he’d loved. When the family’s matriarch dies, he completes a promise to walk through the gates of their Connecticut estate as the owner, and with sledgehammer in hand, erase the name of Wynter. He also gives his beloved Charles—in the family graveyard—the goodbye he’d been denied decades earlier.

He didn’t expect to find Rebecca, the third in their lovers’ trio, standing there. He didn’t expect the man who is helping him settle the Wynter estate to offer himself to him and Rebecca as a stopgap to recapture a happier time. He didn’t expect to fall in love again—with both of them.

But sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes ghosts from the past are just too strong to counter even for three people united in beating them.

Invincible is a polyamory/menage (M/F/M and M/M/F) romance stand-alone Elite Doms of Washington novel.

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Eric stilled in the archway. Alexander, tie skewed and shirt open, held the back of a woman’s head in a greedy hold, his long fingers threaded through wild red hair. Who was the woman? Her skin was so pale against Alexander’s. He kissed her as if punishing her with his mouth, oblivious to the fact Eric had breached their personal space.

He should turn away. Hell, he shouldn’t be here. He had taken his life in his hands crossing that creek and sloshing up and over the bridge to bring Alexander dinner—the meal he’d forgotten to join Eric for. He’d chalked it up to the man still grieving. Clearly not.

Alexander’s fingers curled tighter into all those red strands as he deepened his kiss. Eric’s mouth watered, and the front of his pants shrank five sizes. One second of observing Alexander’s dominance and all Eric’s earlier efforts to drain his cock of need were for nothing as his erection strained against his zipper.

He swallowed, and shifted his weight. His soggy shoes squeaked against the marble, sending off an echo that could wake the dead. Alexander’s face broke contact with the woman and turned to him.

Eric glanced away. His options were limited. Step back out in the storm. Go to another room and wait out …


Damn. Caught being a voyeur. He turned to face the man and prayed like hell he wasn’t blushing. The woman had shrunk behind him.

He lifted the bag. “I brought you dinner.” Lame, but true.

“Ah.” Alexander scrubbed his salt and pepper five o’clock shadow. “Time got away from me.”

Eric stepped closer and held out the bag. “I’ll leave it and head back out.”

“No, come in.” Alexander crooked his finger. “You’re soaked. This is Rebecca Beaumont.”

She stepped out from behind him, her cheeks aflame. His heart hitched a little at the vulnerability in her red-rimmed eyes. She’d been crying.

“Eric Morrison.” He offered a handshake. “I’d forgotten how vicious New England storms could be.”

Her hand disappeared into his palm. “Alexander and I are old friends.”

I can tell.

“Eric is helping me settle the estate.” Alexander gave him a half a smile on that word, and Eric’s belly gave a lurch worthy of a teenager with a bad case of puppy love.

“I don’t mean to intrude … ” Or stare.In this light, Rebecca’s high cheekbones and pale gray eyes cast an otherworldly vibe. His first thought was that she’d stepped off a film set from Lord of the Rings, like—what was the name of that elf colony? River-something.He was snapped back to reality from the crinkle of the food bag as Alexander took it from him.

“Not at all.” Alexander peered into the bag. “Eggplant Parmesan from the Grafton. My favorite.”

“Still?” Her tentative smile lit up her face. “Is it as good as Bertrands?”

“Better.” Alexander winked, and Eric’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. The Alexander Rockingham he knew didn’t do anything as frivolous as wink.

Eric cleared his throat. “If you’re planning on going out, you should know the bridge is almost washed out.” What else would he contribute to this tête-à-têtehe’d witnessed—or rather, had barged in on.

Alexander frowned. “Tell me you didn’t take any chances.”

“No big deal.” He shrugged. “I survived Hurricane Katrina. A little Nor’easter won’t be a problem.”

“Well, that’s it. You’re staying. In fact, we all are.”

About Elizabeth

Award-winning author of contemporary romance, Elizabeth SaFleur promises all the “feels” in her emotional, plot-rich stories.

Experience luxurious, glamorous escapes in her Elite Doms of Washington series

Fall in love with her alpha men who always leave a woman satisfied

Meet the heroines who take charge in the Justice Series, her Femme Domme romance books

Join her burlesque & gangster book world in the Shakedown series debuting in 2019

Many of her books were inspired from her thirty years as a PR practitioner in and around Washington, DC. She writes, tweets and posts under a pseudonym since her business clients might be (WOULD be) shocked at her new career choice.

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