March 12, 2018

Confessions: Robbie, an all new tantalizing contemporary MMM Romance by Ella Frank is now LIVE!

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Relationships are complex.
Love ever-changing.
And when it comes to rules of the heart,
they were made to be broken…

That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.
Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done.

No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.

But trouble was nothing new.

Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you:
If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it.

And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.


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Sandra's Review

A Prick, a Priest, and a Princess walk into a book…and holy fuck, is it even hotter than I expected! Robbie is the first book in the Confessions series. If you read Temptation series then you have already had the pleasure of meeting Robbie, Priest, and Julien. And, if you are like me then you started to fall for Robbie throughout that series. He might be a hot mess at times but he always looks fabulous.
Robbie hates Priest. Priest loves Julien. Julien wants Robbie. They all want to be satisfied, safe, and to be happy. Robbie doesn’t get it. Why would Priest and Julien aka Prick want him? It’s not Robbie’s first rodeo when it comes to threesomes but this is more. He has a feeling that this threesome could change his life. But, first he needs to know why. Priest hasn’t exactly given him any signs that he might even like him let alone want him in his bed.
I don’t want to get into the whole story. I will say that I fell in love with these men. More and more with every confession. Every touch. Every moment. All three of them are so different but they are all beautiful inside and out. They will make you get all kinds of hot and fucking bothered, laugh, think, and feel so much more.
Overall…It’s one of my favorite Ella books! Robbie has always been one of my favorite secondary characters and this book a perfect start to his story!
P.S. Julien speaking French…swoon.
“There you go again with the French.”
“I know,” Julien said, and licked those full lips. “I’m still hoping it’ll have you falling to your knees.”
“I just want to be clear that I’m only here because Julien said you had an Almond Joy stashed somewhere in this car.”
Oh, you are going to work out beautifully, princesse. You already know the rules.

Robbie is the first book in a new series by the amazingly talented Ella Frank. Ella introduced me to the world of m/m and I haven’t looked back since. Her writing is beyond terrific and she has created some of my favorite characters of all time. All time! I always had a soft spot for Robbie and as a reader you hope your favorite authors will keep writing books about the characters you love and give the secondary characters their own stories. Well, Ella loves her readers so much that I might have screamed when I heard Robbie was going to get a book. Then when I heard it was going to be a three book series, I might have screamed and danced! The Prick, the Priest and the princess. Robbie, of course, is the princess. Joel Priestley, the hard ass lawyer, the Priest and Julien, the famous chef, The Prick. Robbie has always known who he was. But lately, he hasn’t been himself. He needs someone to accept the real him. Enter Priest and Julien. They are already a couple, but they’ve been looking for someone to join them. They know Robbie is perfect for them, but can they convince him to take a chance? Robbie has a few too many drinks and then takes matters into his own hands, drunk dialing them. They are the hottest men alone, but together, they are off the charts. Robbie can’t help himself. He wants them. But can it work with the three of them? It instantly feels right, but does that mean it is? Will Robbie’s smart mouth get him in trouble? Will it totally be worth it? I can’t even express the love I have for these men. All three of them. They are funny, smart, sexy, tortured and full of love. I loved how accepting Robbie’s family is. Italians for the win!! I was turned on from the very beginning to the very end. I could have finished reading it in one sitting, but I wanted to take my time and savor every word. Every touch. Every innuendo. Every dirty joke. It was totally worth it. I loved the interaction between them. The sexiness, the heat, the care, the roughness, the gentleness. It was like watching a hot, sexy, dance and I can’t lie. I wanted IN! It’s a blessing to be a woman and read a book this hot. Unless you look really closely, you can’t see how turned on we are! Please and Thank you!


Gays, Girls, and Italians. We could keep the phone companies in business for life.


“Why would I do that? I already knew you were a giant dick when I agreed to dinner. Your cock doesn’t scare me.”


“We’ve been looking for so long that I never actually thought we’d find him.”


“And are you still enamored after finally having me?”

“Yes. I find that I am.”


“You’re both so fucking hot I don’t know where to look, or what to touch first.”







If there’s a bad decision to make, I will make it.


DRUNK-DIALING IS never a smart move. But drunk-dialing a married man? That is a monumentally stupid move.

That was the thought rolling around Robbie’s muddled brain as he stood with his best friend Elliot at the bar of CRUSH and tossed back his fourth Bitter Bitch. The conversation he was having with himself wasn’t a new one—or a welcome one, he thought as he swayed on his feet and kind of stumbled into the stool beside him. But forgetting his lonely life with alcohol and men who were all wrong for him seemed like an increasingly good way to cope tonight.

The hum and throb of the bass beat was rattling through him, but instead of feeling the pull he usually did to head out to the dance floor and have fun, tonight it seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was making him think really stupid thoughts.

“You’re so wasted, Bianchi,” Elliot said as he grabbed Robbie’s arm and guided him to the barstool. “What’s that? Your third shot? And how many margaritas did you have at dinner?”

Robbie held up two, then three fingers, and shrugged. “Who cares? Everyone had their New Year’s on Sunday. Tonight’s mine, and I want to celebrate.”

“If you celebrate any more, you aren’t gonna remember your first night out of the New Year.”

“Don’t care,” Robbie said, as he waved his hand through the air with flourish and leaned a little too much into the action. Luckily, Elliot was there to prop him up. “I wanna have fun tonight. Do something I shouldn’t.”

Elliot leaned his elbows back on the bar so he was facing the dance floor and said, “Why don’t you get out there and let someone do you instead? You look gorgeous tonight, darling.”

He’s right, I do look cute, Robbie thought.

In his skinny jeans and purple V-neck tee that was practically a second skin, Robbie had gone all out with smoky eyes and a new pink shade of gloss he’d bought a couple of days ago that tasted like—mmm, strawberries. He could totally hit the dance floor, find a willing man, and let him do all kinds of things. But that seemed so boring tonight, so normal, and so not what he wanted.

He wanted wild. He wanted adventure. He wanted danger. And when the two men he knew were both those things entered his mind, Robbie quickly shook his head, trying to shake them free.

Stop thinking about them, he ordered himself, but that was easier said than done. One of them was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen, and the other the most frustrating—and what was worse was that he couldn’t have either of them even if he wanted to. What was with everyone being fucking married all of a sudden? And to each other?

But oh the dreams he’d been having lately. The three of them, all sweaty and naked; they were enough to make him want to

No, no, no. That is the worst idea you could have, Robbie told himself. Drunk or sober.




Plus, you don’t even like one of them. So stop obsessing over it.

“Earth to Robbie…” Elliot said, waving a hand, and Robbie shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.”

You’re not in the mood to grind all over a naked man? Okay, where the hell is my best friend and what did you do with him?” Elliot asked as he swept his black bangs out of his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Robbie slumped forward on the bar, dramatic as ever, and looked up at Elliot from under his lashes. “I think I’m in a state of mourning, El, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”

Elliot frowned. “Is this about Logan? I thought you were happy for him and Tate?”

“I am, but— Ugh. They just got engaged, and now all of a sudden, he’s married. Married.”

“I know, babe. But you knew it was coming.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier. Knowing there are two more beautiful men off the market forever due to a ring and a piece of paper is just depressing.”

“Two more men?” Elliot said, regarding him with a suspicious eye. “Who else do you know who’s hitched?”

Julien, Robbie instantly thought, as an image of the famous chef came to mind.

Julien “the Prick” Thornton. And this time, as Julien’s name ran through Robbie’s head, he made a point to roll the Jul over his tongue the way Julien had when he’d introduced himself that night at the bar. That’s right…Julien “I’m gay, gorgeous, and, oh yeah, married to your worst enemy” Thornton. He was hitched.

“No one,” Robbie said, and pouted. Then he swiveled on the stool to look out at the men gyrating all over one another. “You go and play for the both of us. I’m going to sit here and—”


“Okay that word is too big for my brain right now,” Robbie said, and winced. “Go and feel up the muscles and men for me. Someone should get some enjoyment out of them.”

Elliot pursed his lips. “I don’t know…”

“I’m just gonna sit here. Not going anywhere,” Robbie promised, crossing a finger over his chest.

“Your heart is on the other side, genius.”

Robbie switched sides and did it again. “I’m just gonna drown my sorrows so my body hurts tomorrow and will take my mind off my broken heart.”

“Aww, cheer up, Buttercup. Your Prince Charming will come to you one day soon.”

“Well, until then”—Robbie gestured for the bartender—“I’m going to drink myself into a deep slumber in the hopes that maybe he’ll come on me, or, you know, at least kiss me back to life.”

Elliot placed a hand on Robbie’s arm. “Do not go anywhere. I’ll be back for you.”

“I can’t feel my legs to move, so… I’ll stay. Like a good little boy.”

“Don’t know how good you are, but…” Elliot chuckled, then before he headed out to the dance floor, said, “Where’s your phone?”

Robbie dug into his pants pocket and pulled it free.

Elliot opened the contacts and scrolled down to his name, and then set it on the bar in front of Robbie. “You need me, call. Do not leave this seat.”

Robbie touched his fingertips to his temple in a sloppy salute and then hiccupped. “Yes, sir.”

“Okay. Be back for you soon.” Elliot then turned to the bartender and said, “No more after this for him.”

When the bartender nodded, Robbie’s mouth fell open. “Hello, you’re not my mother.”

“Lucky for you. She’d be spanking your ass right now, not to mention your sisters, and I’m sure you’d much rather have that done by a man who would then pound it afterward. I’ll be back.”

Robbie dismissed Elliot with a wave of his hand, and then took great interest in scrolling up and down his list of contacts, searching for someone to occupy his time. It wasn’t until he saw Julien’s number that he realized how drunk he was, because that was the only excuse he could think of as to why he hit call.

Well that, and: If there’s a bad decision to make, I will make it.

About Ella


Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.

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