Which series? you might ask.

Easy answer: The Three of A kind Series. The one that began with the smoking hot, m/m/f menage, Going All In, was followed up with the sexy as all hell, m/f/m menage, Raising the Stakes, and now concludes with the blazing m/m/f menage, Full House.

So wanna here about the final story in the sexy poker series?

It’s a cracker. Honestly, hotter than anything I’ve ever written. And the two heroes? Seriously to die for. Both of them.

Here’s the blurb:

FULL HOUSE:

A full house beats a pair any day.

Three of a Kind, Book 3

It’s been a long, lonely business trip for diamond dealer Max Ashberg. He’s missed his lover like crazy, and he’s come to the realization that he’s ready to take the next step: nominate himself to be Trev’s new housemate. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in “his” room. A woman—with the face of an angel.

Six weeks shouldn’t make a huge difference in a man’s life, but in that time lawyer Trev Greenfield has realized two things: He wants much more than a standing Friday night “date” with Max. And he’s falling heart-over-head for his new housemate, potter Grace Miles.

Grace never meant to fall for Trev, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying the shock when Grace discovers a naked man in her new home.

With Grace poised to run and Max teetering between confusion and growing lust for the delicious possibilities, Trev has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before they slip through his fingers. Leaving them all with shattered hearts.


Product Warnings

There’s a lot of sex in this book. I mean a lot! Hot sex. Sweaty sex. Gay sex. Straight sex. Ménage sex (M/M/F and M/F/M). Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex. Sweaty romantic sex. Gay romantic sex… You getting the picture?

Now, would you like a hot excerpt?

Well, okay then, here you go:

FULL HOUSE: A smokin’ hot excerpt

Silence permeated the room, broken only by the jagged breathing of the men beside her.

So focused had she been on her task, she’d failed to notice Trev and Max had ended their kiss and now both stared at her hands. Or Trev stared at her hands. Max’s gaze was fixed on Trev’s cock.

“Do it,” Max urged, his voice low and sexy as sin. “Touch him.”

As if she could stop herself. Armed with Max’s encouragement and a newfound strength in her convictions, she curled her fingers around the rigid shaft.

Trev’s breath escaped in a hiss. He straightened and threw his head back with a soft groan.

Her eyes closed as she absorbed his silky texture, his steel heat. She ran her hands up and down his length, loving the feel, loving his response—the harsh breath that rasped from Trev’s throat.

“Push his jeans down so he can take them off,” Max whispered in her ear.

Grace was curiously reluctant. She’d have to release Trev to do so.

As if sensing her dilemma, Max spoke again. “More freedom without pants. Better access.”

Ah, good points. She edged the jeans and boxers over Trev’s hips, pushed them down his thighs and let him finish the job.

Max was right. Way better access this way. Before Trev had kicked his jeans off, her hands were wrapped around his erection, one below the other.

“Hold him tighter,” Max instructed, “and ease your hands up and down real slow.” He cleared his throat as she followed his instructions. “Yeah, just like that.” As he spoke, he rocked his hips lightly, caressing her butt with his erection, or caressing himself on her butt, she couldn’t tell.

She didn’t care. Either way, the movement inflamed her. Heat flared between her legs. Her panties were sodden. Her mind was carefree.

“Now, faster,” Max said

Grace adjusted her speed. Trev groaned again.

“See?” Max’s voice was husky and soft. “He likes that.”

Grace watched, fascinated. As she stroked Trev, drops of precome beaded on his tip. She swiped at the wetness, coating her fingertip, then brought her hand up to Max’s mouth, offering him her finger while still pumping Trev with her other hand, exactly the way Max had instructed.

“You first,” Max growled.

What a gentleman. She popped her finger between her lips and licked it clean.

“Now me.”

A demanding gentleman. Grace repeated the action, dipping into Trev’s liquid and again offering Max her finger.

Max’s lips closed around her offering, the heat of his mouth sucking her finger in deep. He swirled his tongue around and around the tip, then closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Don’t swallow,” Trev said, his voice nothing more than a low growl. “Feed it back to Gracie.”

Max’s eyes darkened as he leaned toward her and captured her mouth with his. His tongue stroked over hers, once, twice, and she lost herself to the kiss, to the passion that danced through her veins, to the heat that burned in her pussy, to the taste that was uniquely a combination of Max and Trev.

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Full House is available now at Samhain Publishing. And if you hurry, you’ll get it for the hugely discounted price of $2.45:

http://store.samhainpublishing.com/full-house-p-6300.html

Happy reading.

Jess

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