Thank you ALL for hanging in there while I finished “The Butterfly Knot.” What a hell ride it has been, let me tell you.
I remember when I first started writing this novel. My life was so much different back in September of 2020. I was involved in a poly triad, and realized I didn’t fit into their equation. I’m one of the original partners, and ended my seven year relationship so my EXs could be together.
This book was supposed to be dedicated to them; Thus I’ve changed the ending at least 89 times. It’s taken me almost two years to publish this novel, making it my longest project to date. I started it September of 2020, and finished writing the Epilogue May of 2022.
That said, I still feel polyamorous relationships are every bit as valid as monogamous ones. Honesty is your best policy, as Sawyer learned the hard way.
‘The Butterfly Knot’ wrote itself. Ironically enough a book that should have included intimate details about my own experience in a triad aren’t found in the script. (The original conclusion, long since scrapped.) Still—Sawyer, Kate, and Blythe/Nixx all managed to find one another. Their story became unique. Special, at least to me.
Even if the ending isn’t how you envisioned, I hope you all have enjoyed exploring everyone’s journey with me! Please leave me a review, or comment. I'd love your final thoughts on my book.
There will be a sequel, but I haven't planned it out yet. When I do, you can find it exclusively on GoodNovel <3
I'm still writing! So look out for sequels to my other work coming soon as well (assuming you're all caught up.) If not, what are you waiting for? ;)
**Keep an eye out for paperback publishing! I will be going through A****n.
Prologue:I lit another cigarette shakily before going back to fumbling with Sawyer’s new iPhone 11, opening the sketchy text message that just came through apprehensively. The shower had been going for a hot minute, so I knew it was only a matter of time before she caught me red handed unless I got a move on. I inhaled deeply and immediately regretted my choice as I practically coughed up half a lung.Fuck, I couldn't make this a habit unless I wanted to throw away all of the progress I've made training out on the water.SMS:Yeah, I should have a free weekend coming up here soon. Wanna catch a flick while I’m in town? I’ve been dying to see that new action film they’ve been advertising like crazy on TV. Let me know baby XO.My mouth went dry as I let out an incredulous snort.Baby!?Who the fuckisthis bitch? My ey
❀ Kate ❀ We REALLY need a bigger mirror up here. I squinted at myself critically into the compact glass square above my dingy locker, rubbing a generous amount of 60 SPF sunscreen into my neck and chest vigorously. Joyner Lucas' "Broke and Stupid" was playing on the small back radio we were allowed to have while working, and I bobbed my head slightly to the chill beat as I finished up. Not bothering to fix my newly cut hair into it's usual low ponytail, I studied the chestnut strands brush against my shoulder blades while adjusting the navy blue and fire engine red racer back one piece suit I wore. It was an alright day; I didn't hate what I saw in the mirror for once. There! Ready, set, glow. “Enjoy your lunch, Kater Tot. Hey, could you grab me a bag of gummy worms from the concession stand if you’re headed that way? The sour ones.” Tristan Blankenship, my current on duty supervisor, asked absently from where he
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Three hours later “This chick must’ve been a mermaid in her last life.” I mumbled to myself softly as I watched thatgorgeouslifeguard swiftly emerge from the sparkling water for the millionth time since we bumped elbows; Regaining her composure briefly before trotting around the beach with this ridiculously adorable, carefree smile. Her bronzed skin glimmered and shone in the sun shamelessly. She stood out from everyone else without even having to try. Dark strands were plastered around her oval face and long neck, as the remainder of her wet wavy hair danced behind in the wind. She looked like she just stepped out of one of those oldSports Illustratedmagazines I used to catch my dad reading in secret as a kid. Not in a bad way, though. She had something those sleazy broads didn’t;Class. That hottie’s fuckinglegs 
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Five and a half hours later, NCH Baker Hospital “...I can’t breathe. God I can’t catch my breath. Don’t leave...please? I’m scared...” Recollections of earlier this afternoon at the beach started rushing forward the moment I came to from a short nap I’d been taking, and I blinked slowly in confusion as my head lolled to the side seemingly on it’s own with leisure. The smell of rubbing alcohol was strong, making me wrinkle my nose. You know that feeling you get when you know where you’re at, but not? That’s sort of what waking up at NCH Baker, especially like this, felt like for me. Did I...really admit that I was afraid to someone? To...the lifeguard who saved me. Kate? I could still feel the warmth of her steady hands clasping onto one of mine as I was fading in and out of consciousness. Paramedics gave me the creeps, and the last thing I wanted was to be strapped down on s
❀ Kate ❀ “SO...IS KATE SHORT FOR SOMETHING?”Sawyer shouted over the deafening sound of whipping wind once I pulled away from NCH Baker, and merged onto Interstate 75 North. I stole a side glance at her, feeling a grin beginning to tempt the corners of my mouth in the process. She’d rolled the window down completely and was sticking half of her thin body out into the crisp night air; As expected, Sawyer was acting completely reckless and impulsive—but she was just sofun lovingI honestly couldn’t help but look on in fascination. Sawyer’s teal colored tank top bellowed against her taut stomach sexily, and I resisted the urge to bite my lip at the sight of all that flawless silky skin. She had the cutest little mole right by her left hipbone too—Ugh, I’msuch a suckerfor beauty marks. This chick really is something else entirely. We’d been acquainted not even a full 24 hours, and
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Two 1/2 hours later My mind was slowly churning to unrecognizablemush,but I was helpless to stop any of it from happening; The wild animal I’ve awakened inside Kaitlyn toyed with me ferociously, and I’d lost all track of time as I sank deeper into her deliberate lust induced spell. Feverish grunts and screams echoed off the walls, but my ears ceased to register who they were coming from. Even my own sounded foreign andexcitingbefore long. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been so...riled upfor someone, anyone really. There I was though, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. “...I’m obsessed withevery inchof you...” Kate rasped gently, giving the sore nipples she’d been sucking on a brief respite so I could attempt to catch my breath. A warm, wet trail started to descend south of the border—and all I could d
❀ Kate ❀ The next morning Fuck Kate...what did you do!? Wind chimes clinked together delightedly overhead, but I wasn’t sure where they were coming from exactly—just that they seemed to mock my presence. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know where I was. Or more importantly, to seewhowas staring right at me while I laid damn near motionless in her by now all too familiar bed. “Heh hehhhh..” A delicate chuckle confirmed my worst realization, and I groaned internally. The mild, fragrant scent of our sex was present all around in the air—an inescapable reminder of my fucking mistake. Pun absolutely intended.I’veneverslept with someone the same day we met, much less committed about 98 sexual acts I didn’t even know I was capable of performing.Kill me now, don’t hold back. “...So you’re still here after all, Kay.” Sawyer’s voi
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ I felt so fuckingpathetic, sitting across my dining room table from Kate while we quietly dug into the blueberry french toast I prepared for us not ten minutes ago. Her remarkable hazel eyes were aflame with questions I had no plans on answering, not because I didn’t want to...but I just couldn’t bring myself to get into what I’ve been so carefully avoiding. Not again. Riskinganotherdownward spiral didn’t sound like the sort of hellish party I wanted to attend. That stuck up bitch in the old photograph Kate held in her hands before I grabbed and broke the frame encasing it, is my most recent EX girlfriend; A.K.A a prime cause for the majority of my slew of idiotic drunken escapades. If one could even call her that.We weren’t official after all, but Violaine Gagnon gleefully yanked and played with my heart strings like the manipulative, master puppeteer she is...and themore