Blurb:
When Denver’s long-term partner breaks up with him, he flees his life, his career, and his bright future as one of the country’s leading trauma surgeons. Ditching everything but his dog, Denver returns to the quiet town of Cooper’s Ridge and his parents’ ranch.
Leaving twelve years earlier, Denver knew he would never be accepted as a gay man in an unaccepting town. So, when he meets Kes—an old school friend—in the bar he owns, he is shocked to find him in an openly gay relationship. Something he never thought would happen here.
What surprises him even more is the instant, mutual attraction the three men have. Accepting a job in Kes’ bar, they dance around each other, wanting them but not believing he would ever fit in with a couple so obviously in love. But, they want him. And they are not prepared to let him go.
Denver takes a risk and accepts their offer of a night out, finding a side of himself he never knew existed. Not trusting himself to be enough for the two men, the desire blooming in him is unprecedented and he can’t deny it: he wants them as much.
He finds his life falling into place, all because of two men. Is it possible he found his forever in a place he never expected it?
#menage #secondchance #hotmmmromance
Excerpt
slowly to calm down.
When I open my eyes, I see both men watching me with a look worry of on their faces. I exhale once more and relax my fingers, stretching them out over my thighs.
“Denver, what’s wrong? Have I said something to upset you?” Kes asks as his hand reaches out and covers mine. I tense up again.
I look at him and his expression is troubled. His eyes flick over to East, making me look that way also. Looking equally concerned, East rests his warm, calloused hand on my arm, the heat sending a tremor through my body. Confusion floods my head and I push myself up. Turning to them, I still can’t decipher their reactions.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, questioning their motives.
“Doing what, Denver? We are only talking work hours.” Kes stands up and he’s close to me, encroaching on my personal space.
“It doesn’t seem like that to me. I don’t know if this is some sort of joke to you, if this is a way for you two to get your fun. I’m not interested. I’m not here to play games.” I try to walk past Kes but East stands up too. They stand in front of me, not so much incasing me, but not allowing me an easy route out of their home, either.
What I don’t expect is East to lean forward, his face mere millimeters from mine. “This isn’t a game, Denver. I promise you that.” His warm breath washes over my skin and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
Kes moves half a step closer, his body heat registering as his chest comes in line with my own. “You are no plaything, Denver.”
As he leans in, his mouth slides so softly over mine, I could almost have imagined it if it hadn’t been for East’s sigh. My eyes are fixed on Kes as he pulls back then turns to East and does the same to him; this time it’s me who makes a sound. I gasp at what I’m seeing and what I’m feeling because, as Kes steps away from East, his eyes fix back on mine while East steps closer and touches his lips to the soft, sensitive spot below my ear. This time, there is more pressure and my hands reach out to him. My fists clench in his T-shirt. I don’t know why this is happening but it feels good.
Kes steps up, his hands resting lightly on my hips; East hasn’t moved away, instead, his nose skims up and down my neck, inhaling and emitting a low moan as he exhales. My eyes are tight shut when Kes’ mouth touches me and I try to embrace what is happening and why it feels so good. And, as his lips press harder against mine, I find I’m returning the pressure, feeling the vibration in his lips as he hums.
I feel bereft, alone, when they move back, their eyes dark and heavy with desire and I’m sure mine match theirs. My chest heaves as I draw in a large, deep breath and shakily release East’s T-shirt from my fists.
“No games, Denver. Nothing more than what you want, if you want anything at all.” East’s rough, lust-laden voice breaks through my own thoughts and confusion.
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JJ Harper likes nothing more than to lose herself in books, either reading or writing them. She spends her days dreaming about hot men and love stories, letting her imagination run away with her.
Living quietly in the South Lincolnshire countryside with her very patient husband and her uber-lazy dog she hides behind a sweet smile but really is a coffee-addicted, wine drinking, potty-mouthed girl with no intention of ever growing up or growing old gracefully.
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