| Author: | DeCota A. Jaymes | ISBN: | 9781311641373 |
| Publisher: | DeCota A. Jaymes | Publication: | October 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | DeCota A. Jaymes |
| ISBN: | 9781311641373 |
| Publisher: | DeCota A. Jaymes |
| Publication: | October 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
Terrible events have Lizzie living in isolation. She finds the solitude better than dealing with the outside world and the troubles it seems to dump on her doorstep. That is until the day her childhood crushes come knocking. The thrill and love of life they offer has Lizzie hopeful. But she should have known by opening that door, the world would sneak in and try to take it all away from her—again.
Grant and Richi have known since Lizzie was born that she would be a big part of their lives—just maybe not how big. When they find themselves in a position to save Lizzie from a threat, their hearts are threatened at the same time.
Can they convince her that she needs them both? Or will circumstances from her past, take her out of their reach.
Excerpt:
"Goddamn, Grant. You lied. You said it was only you. I should have known." Now I'm even more conscious of what I'm wearing.
"Did you really think I was going to let Grant come here without me? You must underestimate how much we both care about you," Richi says as he steps around me and walks in the house like he owns it. Arrg!
"As you both can see, I'm fine. Now you can go. Don't let the door hit your asses on the way out." I may have just said the wrong thing at this moment. I'm not quite sure, you tell me.
Richi stalks to me and lifts me off the floor. There I am, in this huge bear hug, my feet are at least two foot off the floor, and his face is mere inches from mine. I gulp.
"Lizzie, I am not leaving here anytime soon. Deal with it. You have been cooped up in this fucking house for a year. Something has to give. You have people who care about you and you push them away. Well, we are pushing back now. I am pushing back. So get the fucking stick out of your ass and understand that we care what happens to you. We aren't going to let you drive us away and deal with all this shit on your own. You're strong, but not that strong. As you can see." He emphasizes with a tighter grip on my still dangling body. "I mean you are celebrating your birthday with who? Yourself? Don't push the only other people who love you away." He puts me down unceremoniously and walks to the front door, slamming it extremely loud on the way out.
I wince and shiver at the same time. My body grows cold after he lets go but he's right, and I can't let my crazy body stop me from realizing I did push them away. But who wants overbearing men around when all you want to do is be alone? No one, that's who. All I can think of is chest pounding and the barking out of commands in order to make everything better.
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
Terrible events have Lizzie living in isolation. She finds the solitude better than dealing with the outside world and the troubles it seems to dump on her doorstep. That is until the day her childhood crushes come knocking. The thrill and love of life they offer has Lizzie hopeful. But she should have known by opening that door, the world would sneak in and try to take it all away from her—again.
Grant and Richi have known since Lizzie was born that she would be a big part of their lives—just maybe not how big. When they find themselves in a position to save Lizzie from a threat, their hearts are threatened at the same time.
Can they convince her that she needs them both? Or will circumstances from her past, take her out of their reach.
Excerpt:
"Goddamn, Grant. You lied. You said it was only you. I should have known." Now I'm even more conscious of what I'm wearing.
"Did you really think I was going to let Grant come here without me? You must underestimate how much we both care about you," Richi says as he steps around me and walks in the house like he owns it. Arrg!
"As you both can see, I'm fine. Now you can go. Don't let the door hit your asses on the way out." I may have just said the wrong thing at this moment. I'm not quite sure, you tell me.
Richi stalks to me and lifts me off the floor. There I am, in this huge bear hug, my feet are at least two foot off the floor, and his face is mere inches from mine. I gulp.
"Lizzie, I am not leaving here anytime soon. Deal with it. You have been cooped up in this fucking house for a year. Something has to give. You have people who care about you and you push them away. Well, we are pushing back now. I am pushing back. So get the fucking stick out of your ass and understand that we care what happens to you. We aren't going to let you drive us away and deal with all this shit on your own. You're strong, but not that strong. As you can see." He emphasizes with a tighter grip on my still dangling body. "I mean you are celebrating your birthday with who? Yourself? Don't push the only other people who love you away." He puts me down unceremoniously and walks to the front door, slamming it extremely loud on the way out.
I wince and shiver at the same time. My body grows cold after he lets go but he's right, and I can't let my crazy body stop me from realizing I did push them away. But who wants overbearing men around when all you want to do is be alone? No one, that's who. All I can think of is chest pounding and the barking out of commands in order to make everything better.
