A little over four years ago, the vision for Carina Press was announced. And almost exactly four years ago to the day today, I got a call from Angela James offering a contract for Texas Tangle, my first Carina Press title and what would become one of Carina Press’s launch titles.
It’s done incredibly well, in fact it hit Kobo’s #1 spot on their Bestseller’s list shortly after it was released, and it’s become my second most popular title. I still get requests for follow-ups of the Barnett family. Maybe one day…and in the meantime, Brett and Dillon are still in the running as my favorite heroes. (I think Brett edges out Dillon, but I’ve always had a thing for the dark and tortured soul.)
So it’s rather sweet that on this anniversary Amazon has put Texas Tangle on sale for half price. If you haven’t read this sizzling contemporary western, now’s your chance to pick it up. (It’s a M/F/M menage story, folks, so be warned–there’s lots of steamy sexin’ going on.) I don’t know how long it’ll be on special so grab it while you can.
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Thanks to her cheating ex-husband and her thieving brother, all horse breeder Nikki Kimball has left is a bruised heart, an over-drawn bank account and an empty home. When sex-on-legs Dillon Barnett and his brooding foster-brother Brett Anderson start showing more than just neighborly attention, Nikki is intrigued…and a little gun-shy.
Dillon and Brett have a history; back in high school, the two friends fought a bitter battle over Nikki. Now, ten years later, Brett still longs to be the man in Nikki’s life, but he’s determined to stand back and let Dillon win Nikki’s heart.
Society says Nikki must choose between the two men she loves. Is Nikki strong enough to break all the rules in order to find happiness?
Here’s a snippet of when the relationship starts to change from a couple to a threesome…
“Better do what she says, bud.” Dillon sank his shoulders beneath the water, his eyelids half lowered as he watched Brett attempting to cover his hard-on. “Besides, she gives a wicked back rub. You’d be a fool to turn her down.”
With a sigh, Brett shifted so she’d have access to his back. She moved closer, nestling her knees on either side of his hips, then dug her thumbs into his shoulders.
Brett groaned and leaned into her touch, allowing her to concentrate on a particularly stubborn knot. His head rolled to the side, resting against her breast. Each time she dug her fingers into Brett’s shoulders, her breast slid up the side of his head, the stubble of his hair grazing her nipple until it was a stiff peak.
Holy hell, he’d never realized how hot voyeurism could be. He shifted as his own erection throbbed in the pulse of the jets. If they kept this up, there’d soon be more than just water frothing.
Unlike Brett, he didn’t try to hide his groin from her gaze; there was no way he could disguise the heavy erection bobbing in the jetting water.
Aw, hell. He was probably digging up snakes, but damned if he could pass up the opportunity now it had plonked itself down in front of him.
He palmed his cock, stroking its length, making sure Nikki could see what he was doing. “Watching both of you, being here, all three of us…I was thinking that maybe…” His voice dropped so low it sounded like he was growling, but he couldn’t control the lust rampaging through him.
Brett understood him at once. He gave his head a small shake, a warning dark in his eyes. “Don’t go there, Dill. Once you’ve crossed that line you can’t erase it.”
Nikki settled back on her heels. “What are you two talking about?”
Neither man answered her, though their unspoken communication crackled through the air between them. Come on, bud, we can do this. Trust me.
“Dillon? What do you mean? What line are we crossing?” she repeated.
Brett finally broke off the starefest. “Dillon’s suggesting we have a threesome.”