His Theirs Enough

🖤 A Queer Romance That Doesn’t Ask for Permission. It Just Undoes You.

His, Theirs, Enough is queer literary erotica for readers who crave intensity, intimacy, and prose that reads like poetry with its mouth open.

You’ll ache for this MMF romance. And you’ll come back for more.

💘 Why You’ll Love This Book

⠀⠀⠀⠀🔥 MMF romance with BDSM themes
⠀⠀⠀⠀🍃 Queer love, soft brutality, and hard truths
⠀⠀⠀⠀👑 Dominance, praise kink, and sacred filth
⠀⠀⠀⠀💧 A pool scene you’ll think about forever
⠀⠀⠀⠀✍️ Erotica that reads like literature

📚 The Story

Elias Mercer is quiet. Beautiful in a way he doesn’t believe. Caught between duty and desire, he’s doing his best to pretend: that loving Lina is enough. That shelving poetry is the same as living it. That the hunger curling low in his belly is purely academic.

Until Alaric Vane walks in.

Six-foot-seven of stillness, strength, and slow, controlled domination. Alaric doesn’t flirt. He studies. Strips. Waits until you beg.

And Elias? He begs.

But Alaric isn’t the only storm on the horizon.

Nico Reyes crashes in like fire through glass, cocky, chaotic, maddeningly hot. A queer alpha with a filthy mouth and a dangerous smile.

And Lina? She doesn’t step back.
She steps in. Fierce. Focused. Unapologetically dominant in her own way.

Together, they don’t just love him.
They claim him.
Bound, blushed, aching to be good.

💬 What Readers Are Saying About His, Theirs, Enough

“Intense. Emotional. Worth the read.” — Aella

“This writing is like nothing I’ve personally read before... so good. Definitely recommend.” — Jacquelyn

“A beautiful exploration of submission and power. I devoured it too quickly.” — Jenny

“Sexy, smart and sweet. Great characters, interesting dynamics. I was sorry I read it so fast.” — Carly M.

“So, so, so good. I’m breathless... not sure I have seven more words that aren’t absolutely filthy.” — Jayney B

“Thornwell writes in a hushed space, a sacred crypt reserved for the unsaid. His pen is a dare, dragging release from skin and soul. I followed the trail of Lorca, Baldwin, Transtromer... and I can only hope for more.” — Polli.P

You’re not ready. But you’ll still beg.
One click. One tether. No turning back.

About the Names Behind These Books

I write under four names.
They aren’t masks. They’re mouths.

Each one speaks with a different voice, built from desire, memory, and form. Some whisper. Some bite. All are me.

• Rowan Thornwell writes the Tethered Series, Flesh Margins, and Ink & Bone. Queer literary erotica full of longing, ritual, and reverence.
• Plain Smut tells the filthier truths. Motel rooms. Truck stops. The kind of sex you remember by the bruises.
• Marlo Sin blends horror and heat, stories where desire and fear share a bed, and no one gets out clean.
• R. J. Thornwell writes The Christian Tambor Saga, a slow-burning journey of queerness, survival, and voice across five decades.

Call them personas. Or puppets. Or maybe just different ways of surviving.

They’re not separate. They’re the echo.