Meet Kathy, a 37-year-old drifter who's constantly on the move: to new towns, new jobs, and new relationships. Imagine her surprise when she's befriended by lifelong friends Sam and Ted, attractive young men who, though 10 years her junior, are far more settled than she thinks she'll ever be. Cheer them on as their three-way friendship succumbs to passion, then passion to romance, and romance to...well, surely it couldn't be love. Could it?
With plenty of heat, dialogue that will make you laugh out loud, and a plot to tickle your most sentimental of spots, Just the Three of Us promises an entertaining listen for fans of romance looking for a unique take on love and sexuality.
Note: This is a stand-alone novel with no cliffhanger ending.
Ted lay calmly beside me, his hand resting on my hip, seeming perfectly at ease. His fingers took a few tentative steps down my thighs and warmth flooded into them. I guess it showed because he smiled meaningfully at me. I smiled back, my knees parting subtly in welcoming expectation.
I heard heavy breathing in my other ear. I turned and saw that Sam was hyperventilating.
"Are you all right?" I said, stroking my fingers against his chest.
"Are we going to...?" he choked. "We are, aren't we?'
"We don't have to," I said uncertainly.
I put on my bravest face and tried to swallow my eagerness. I felt Ted's fingers pressing into my thigh and disappointment overcame me again. I forced it down. We were friends first, after all. Even if I could pressure him into this, I wouldn't.
"Not if you don't want to," I assured him.
He swallowed and gazed thoughtfully into my eyes. Behind my back, Ted remained silent.
"But you want to, don't you?"