Jack and Dean love each other, but they're missing the woman to complete their triangle. When newly divorced Paige Richards buys a Bed and Breakfast on Hamlet Island and employs them to help her fix the inn up, Jack and Dean are sure they've found the one they've been looking for. Despite the playful, sexy clues they drop, luscious Paige is reticent about getting involved, even when they set the stage so she can stumble on them in action. They can tell by her responses she wants to join them, but rumors travel fast on the small island, and tales of a threesome could get back to the conservative, family vacation crowd who won't patronize those with an alternative lifestyle. And the last thing they want for Paige is the B&B's rooms…and her bank account…to remain empty. But Jack and Dean will stop at nothing to prove to Paige that she can have it all…with them.
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Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English, which is a fancy way of saying she went to college to teach high school English. When that didn't pan out, she worked as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major conglomerate company. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA). When not writing, Jamie relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry. You can reach her at Twitter: @jamiekswriter or at her website www.jkschmidt.com
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Paige's eyes went wide. She had to get out of here before they caught her. Grabbing the lasagna, she hurried out of the pavilion, praying her feet wouldn't hit any creaking boards.
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting at the ferry station when she saw them walk up. They held hands and laughed. She forced a smile. They were such a happy couple and she was so damned alone. Fred would never have dared having sex anywhere outside of a bedroom. Paige wanted so desperately to have an adventure, but she was too old. Too ordinary.
They looked like two satiated lions, sleepy but still dangerous. She wondered if they had any straight friends they could set her up with. Stifling a sigh of longing, she looked her fill before they noticed her. What she wouldn’t give for someone to love her like that.
Dean saw her first and she adjusted her face to a pleasant expression. Her cheeks must be flaming red, but at least they wouldn’t know why. Her knees trembled as she stood up to greet them.
"Paige.” Jack said, “What are you doing here?”
"I made lasagna," she said inanely. “To thank you two for being so nice this morning.”
"Thanks.” He grinned. So damned sexy, she was losing her mind. All she could think about was his cock and how he had fucked Dean. God help her, he was coming closer. "You're so sweet to think of us.” He kissed her check.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she swayed into him. He smelled sweet and clean, like he had just showered.
“Are you okay?” Dean tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss to her nose.
Oh, the little kisses were going to be the death of her. But she loved the intimacy. Craved it. She savored the warmth of their bodies and felt a pang of guilt at spying on them. But she wanted Dean to grab her head and hold her there while he kissed her passionately.
“I’m great,” she croaked. “The inn is great. You guys are great. I mean, doing a great job.” Now, she was babbling. Wonderful.
“Do you want to come home with us? I’ve got a nice bottle of wine to go with this,” Jack asked.
But she shook her head. “No, I can’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She shouldn’t have watched them. Now she could barely even look at them. How could she have spied on them like that? Violated their privacy, just because she was lonely and horny. She bit her lip.
“Hey, come here.” Dean enfolded her in his arms and soothed her back with circular strokes. “Are you all right?”
That just made her feel worse, especially since, she could feel him getting hard. What the heck? Surely, she was imagining that.
Nope. It had been awhile, but that was definitely an erection poking into her stomach. And he wasn’t making any move to let her go.
Jack came up behind them, the heat of him pressing into her back as well.
“Are you all right, darling?” Jack pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nuzzled it.
Her knees went weak and almost buckled as when his hot breath teased her.
“I’m fine,” she squeaked. “Just tired.” And I have an overactive imagination. “I’m going to have…” A nervous breakdown. “An early night.”
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