What if the person you want for the rest of your life isn't one… but two?
Mindy Mayes knew her husband was bisexual from the moment they met. She loved Arran with her whole heart until the day he asked for a separation to be with his partner, Sav. Through the ups and downs of life after the marriage, she, Arran and Sav remained close.
Things are about to change.
Though he walked away, Arran's never given up on a life with Mindy. He's in love with Sav and totally committed. But it's his wedding anniversary. What if they took the threesome created out of friendship and made it into something more?
Maybe the perfect number is three after all.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of m/m intimacy, bondage—including a wicked hot scene with nipple clips and anal sex. Oh my!
Publisher's Note: Other books in this world include: Learning How to Bend, Must Be Doing Something Right and Someone Like You.
General Release Date: 24th January 2011
“I know you don’t want to hear from me, but pick up the phone, Min. I need you on our day. I just—need you.”
Arran Mayes dropped his cell phone into his lap and hung his head. The message sounded lame. Sad. Broken, like his heart. He missed his wife—the only woman who knew him. Talks on an almost daily basis weren’t the same as holding her...feeling her beside him. Despite the rocky break-up, she’d remained a confidante. She got along with Sav as if they’d known each other for years. But the extra nudge, the passion between them, had dimmed. No wonder March the twenty-third sucked ass. His wedding anniversary.
At least it wasn’t snowing.
He hadn’t planned on dialling her number. Not even close. He’d planned to press the first couple of numbers of her cell and wimp out. He’d left her, not the other way around, so why would she even want to take his call? Why would she care about their ninth wedding anniversary?
Because she never totally gave up on me.
Blame it on the bourbon and the time of the year. He rubbed his eyes. How many had he downed? Three? Four? Six? Fuck, he wasn’t sure. But each March the twenty-third, he got drunk and Mindy was the first person to come to mind. His heart ached. Damn, he just wanted to hear her voice.
Arran looked up when his boyfriend, Savion Welles, strolled into the bedroom, hands in his trouser pockets. “It’s that day. I assume you called her? You did last year and the year before. She’s a good woman. She’ll call. Always does.” The man reminded him of old Hollywood. Polished, poised and domineering in the bedroom. Whenever Sav batted his mocha eyes and smiled his dimpled smile, Arran melted.
“It went to voicemail. If she saw my number, she got smart and let it ring. She wouldn’t drive in this shit. Winter in Ohio sucks no matter how much she might still care about me.” Arran squared his shoulders. Was it fair to want the person in front of you in the same room while lusting for another at the same time? Probably not.
“You’re afraid we’ve pushed her too far each time we’ve threatened to smother her with love, and now she won’t want anything to do with us? Come on, she makes dirty jokes better than anyone. And it was her idea to flash us on New Year’s Eve after we made out. Nice view, I might add.”
“I want to believe she’ll come through for me, but fuck if I know.” But he wanted to know—badly. “How many times can we entice her before she decides either she wants to be with the both of us or she wants nothing to do with us?”
Sav sighed and slid to the ground next to Arran. “Jokes and double entendres aside, you want her, don’t you?” He placed his large tanned hand on Arran’s thigh. Tingles shot straight to Arran’s groin, making him moan. “You want me to want her.”
“I want the both of you.” Arran swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I love you, Sav. You’re the man in my heart. But I still love Mindy. She’s the only woman to make my battered soul shine.”
There. He’d said the words deepest in his heart. He’d admitted to his lover he wanted his wife back. He needed both of them to make him whole.
“I want to hate you. To tell you I’m not interested because I don’t want to be replaced,” Sav said in an even tone. “But there’s no crime in admitting the truth—I like her. The three of us might work.”
Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer.
When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
You can find out more about Wendi on her website or on her blog. You can also find her on Instagram, Bookbub and Amazon.
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Reviews
This is a really sweet story...This little novella has plenty of heart coupled with some steamy heat in just the right mix to keep you reading. This is an easy read as well as an obvious recommend!...
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Reviewed by Queer Magazine Online
Tangled Up includes scenes of lust so hot you need a cold shower, and with strong characters and punchy dialogue, this is a must read for anyone who enjoys m/m/f m�nage stories. Written in a contemporary...
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