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Relationship,
no…but threesome, hell yes!
Ever
since Jules’s new neighbor moved in, she’s been undressing him in her mind. Mike
is the fresh inspiration she needs to make her erotic photography studio a
success, if she can convince him and his equally buff roommate, Carlos, to strip
for her lens. And maybe indulge in a little off-camera fun as well.
But
Jules isn’t too worried. She doesn’t do relationships, but she loves men and
sex—and in her experience, most men are okay with that.
Judging
from the raw emotions leaping from the images in Jules’s gallery, Mike senses
there’s a lot going on beneath her flirtatious, slightly cynical exterior. He
and Carlos are happy in their committed relationship, but they’ve always felt
there’s a piece missing. They want a woman. Jules could be that woman.
A
threesome with two committed men? Sounds like an emotionally risk-free dream
come true for Jules. But when they make it clear they want more, her deepest
fears push to the surface, straining bonds forged in incredible heat to the
breaking point…
Warning:
The book features two hot men brave enough to climb cliffs, strip naked for
erotic photographs, have sex in a portrait studio and on a cliff, and who have
the courage to teach a commitment-phobic woman how to love
Kelly Jamieson is a best-selling author of
over twenty-five romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as
“emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”.
Kelly is giving away a tour grand prize of a $50
Amazon/B&N/Kobo gift card (winner's choice) to one winner from all the
different tour stops. Winner will be selected by Rafflecopter.
I have to warn you that the following excerpt is explicit... however I HAD to post it because there is this funny little part in there and quite frankly anyone who can make something that hot, funny too... is freaking awesome! I can't wait to read this book!
Explicit
Excerpt
“Okay, Jules?” Mike moved up behind her and his
body heat radiated through her T-shirt. He set his hands on her waist and
rubbed his face on her hair. She nodded.
Carlos stepped in front of her, now wearing only a snug pair of black boxer
briefs, and started to unbutton her jeans. Mike slid her T-shirt up over her
ribcage, nudging her arms, and she raised them so he could lift the T-shirt
over her head. A delicious warmth filled her, her limbs going heavy, her eyes
falling closed as their hands brushed over her body, removing her clothes.
Mike’s chest pressed up against her back, hot and hard, his hands sliding
around over her stomach, holding her, so carefully.
Carlos helped her step out of her jeans, then stood before her. He lifted her
chin with one hand and kissed her mouth, and she sank into the dream, into
sensation, heat and touch, whispered sighs and soft breaths, the taste of
Carlos on her tongue, her lips. His lips were fuller than Mike’s, his kisses
different but both so sexy.
Mike’s hand slid lower down her belly, resting just above her panties, right
where she ached deep inside, his mouth finding the side of her neck and laying
hot, open-mouthed kisses there.
“Too much,” she moaned, almost overwhelmed by their two big bodies, all heat
and muscle, their hands, their mouths.
“Oh baby,” whispered Carlos. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“I think that’s a song.”
He smiled. “It is. A great song.”
Mike snorted behind her. “Bachman Turner Overdrive? Seriously? That is not a
seductive bedroom song.”
“Sure it is. I’d sing it for you, but…”
“Christ, no.”
Jules let her head fall back on Mike’s shoulder, amusement filtering through
her once again.
“I’m a good singer,” Carlos continued, bending to kiss her throat, then drag
his tongue down her chest.
“I’m sure you are,” she murmured. Her breasts tightened and sensation cascaded
over her.
“No, he isn’t.” Mike nibbled her ear lobe. “He’s a terrible singer. That never
stops him, though.”
“Sssh,” Carlos said, nuzzling the inner curve of one breast, making her breath
catch in her throat. “This is not the time to discuss my vocal abilities.” Her
nipples tingled in anticipation of his touch, and she lifted heavy arms to
slide her fingers into his short hair. “This is about Jules.”
“Oh.” That was so nice. So, so nice.
Between the two of them, every nerve ending in her body buzzed, Mike’s fingers
playing with the edge of her panties, Carlos rubbing his beard against the skin
between her breasts. She let her fingers slide through the roughness of
Carlos’s short hair. He nibbled at the upper curves of her breasts above the
edge of her bra and she arched her back in response. Mike lifted a hand to cup
her chin, pulling her head back even farther so he could kiss her mouth,
deeply, hungrily. She moaned.
So much sensation, everywhere, surrounding her, consuming her with almost
unbearable sweetness, pressure and need building low inside her. Her knees were
weakening again.
Carlos reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, releasing her swelling
breasts from the cups. She dropped her arms to let it slide off, still leaning
back into Mike’s embrace, her nipples tightening even more at the air brushing
over them. “Oh, Jules,” Carlos whispered, cupping her breasts, rubbing his
thumbs over her nipples. “You’re so beautiful.”
She couldn’t respond, blood pulsing hotly though her veins, her head spinning
from it all. His gentle touches on her nipples, brushing his palms across them,
had pleasure rippling through her, nipples so tight and aching she couldn’t
stand it. She drifted in an erotic haze of mindless sensation. Her entire body
quivered and she made a needy little sound into Mike’s mouth.
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by Rebecca Zanetti
