The novel follows a few months in the lives of Shira, Jean and Sebastian, a very unlikely threesome who are drawn together by friendship, alienation and darker agendas. Beautiful Losers is a love story but not a romance. It contains explicit depictions of sex in which gender and orientation matter less than desire.
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If you’re looking for a well-written and erotic coupling of two men and a woman, I think you’d be hard pressed to find many tales as nuanced as Beautiful Losers. Like the three characters themselves, it’s not a simple, nor straightforward, relationship. I put the book down a little bit stunned, since of all the things I expected the ending might be, turned out to be wrong. It was not remotely something I’d foreseen (that’s not a criticism) and the story percolated in my head for a long time after. It’s not often that I have that reaction – this story made me think and really had me examining some beliefs, and that is always a good thing.
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(From Chapter 3: Geographies)
‘Shira?’ gasped Jean. He pulled my face towards his, his lips brushing mine. ‘I’m coming,’ moaned Jean.
‘I know,’ I whispered. The first hot spurts spattered over my stomach. ‘Oh God. That’s so sweet, Jean,’ I moaned.
Sebastian bit into the back of my neck and I groaned. All the warm, comradely thoughts of Jean coming fragmented as the pain tipped me over the edge. It was so abrupt it felt like vertigo. My whole body jerked as I spasmed; it wasn’t a nice comfortable sort of climax at all – it was violent and harsh and wouldn’t stop. I sobbed and hiccupped and made noises without sense.
‘What are you doing to her?’
Sebastian pressed me down harder on his cock with every thrust. ‘She’s coming, that’s all,’ he panted. ‘Aren’t you? Fuck, yes, I can feel her.’
I’d been staring into Jean’s eyes blindly. Now he slid into focus. ‘Ah . . .’ I tried to be comprehensible but nothing worked. ‘God, yes . . .’
My cunt muscles clamped shut around him and moments later Sebastian was coming too; his breath caught in his throat and he moaned each time his body jerked until the spikes of pleasure slowly receded. He was hugging me so tight I could hardly breathe.
‘Oh, fuck . . .’ Sebastian panted in my ear. ‘Gorgeous – that was just gorgeous. What a nice little cunt you’ve got, Miss Shira.’ He wasn’t stopping. He was still sliding in and out of me.