Contemporary Erotic Romance with a HEA
Blurb Calla Lansky needed help at playing the field.
She scheduled two dates for the same night at her favorite seafood restaurant, and she owed her shocked boyfriends an explanation. To her surprise, Nathan Risley and Sam Tomlin handled the awkward situation like pros and happily agreed to her ultimate fantasy: a ménage à trois.
After the hottest night of her life, Calla faced the ultimate decision.
Should she commit to the one man who secretly loved her all along, or keep her options open and indulge in her summer fantasy again and again?
Excerpt
(After a mind-shattering night with her men, comes the morning after...)
Calla rolled to
her stomach as a tickling sensation crawled up her backside. The air in her
lungs sharpened, and her eyelids fluttered. The cloak of sleep threatened to
drag her back under. Daylight seeped through the thick blanket over her head,
and she pinched her eyes shut. “Stop that.” She scissor-kicked her legs,
inching away from the annoying graze. Then she remembered what she’d done the
previous night. Calla popped her eyes open, her exhaustion vanishing, and she
peered over at the handsome man who stroked his fingers down her spine.
“Morning,
darling.” Nathan kissed her forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but you’re
too delectable not to touch.”
“I like your
hands on my body, so I’m not complaining. Well, not much.”
He grinned, the
dimples in his cheeks deepening.
“I could stare
into your chocolate-brown irises all day and never tire of them. I don’t think
I’ve ever told you that before.”
“Nope, you
haven’t. I would’ve remembered it.”
Calla snuggled
close to his chest and teased her fingers through his thick chest hair. His abs
twitched, his breathing raspy, and she pressed a soft kiss on the scar above
his nipple.
Nathan tightened
his arm around her back, pinning her to him as though he never wanted to let
her go.
His heartbeat
drummed a fast rhythm under her ear, and she longed to fall back to sleep, but
she couldn’t postpone the inevitable conversation they needed to have. “I’m
surprised you’re still here,” Calla whispered, a little hesitant. “I expected
to wake up alone and tidy the patio by myself.”
Nathan and Sam
always left before dawn when they spent the night at her apartment, and she
likewise left their homes before they woke up in the morning. Though she usually
wanted to shower and share breakfast with them, she expected companionship on
“the morning after” would scare the men away, so she hit the road before they
asked her to leave. Now at a rental beach house, she and Nathan had overslept, but she didn’t feel Sam beside her. Calla
sighed. Sam probably already made his exit like a bandit in the night.
“I thought about leaving early, but last night changed
a few things for me. Hell, it changed everything. We need to talk.”
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