Author Spotlight Kelly Jamieson

Here’s an excerpt from Kelly Jamieson's 2 Hot 2 Handle


Abby looked back and forth between them, at the sincerity and open desire on both their gorgeous faces. Despite her confession about her somewhat wild past, she’d never had a threesome with two men. She’d always been the third with another couple, a male and female couple, like the two times with Melina and Gavin. Two special people who’d so generously shared each other with her.

Eric and Jett were special, too.

She liked them both so much. Her feelings for Eric were growing to slightly scary proportions, and yet the attraction she felt for Jett smoldered below the surface.

She could have them both. Hot ménage-a-trois sex. No strings attached. Just like she wanted. Because they were already a couple.

A twinge of regret pinged inside her, but the lust heating her overrode it.

“I’m sure,” she said. She held out a hand to Jett, who moved closer and took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. The gesture had her heart turning over in her chest.

She shifted in Eric’s embrace and looped her arm around Jett’s neck. She’d never kissed him. She wanted to kiss him. And yet…she hesitated, flicked a glance back at Eric.

He nodded, eyes burning hot.

She went on her toes and turned her mouth to Jett’s, and he met her in a scorching kiss, his mouth firm and warm and delicious. Her breath sighed out of her, her breasts rose and swelled, nipples aching.

Eric’s arms around her waist, Jett’s mouth on hers. Heat exploded in her, burning her up.

“This is crazy,” she whispered against Jett’s mouth, leaning her forehead against his. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing.

“Then we’re all crazy,” Jett said, voice dark and rough. “Abby you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you…”

Her tummy did a little flip. “Oh.”

“Tell me you want me, too.”

It was hard. It was so hard to let go of convention and all her traditional beliefs—that if she admitted her attraction to another man it was like cheating on Eric. Once again she turned to him, laid a hand on his cheek.

He covered her hand with his, moved it to his mouth and kissed her palm. His eyes met hers. “I want this,” he said in low, taut voice. “Truly, Abby. I love Jett.” Her heart fluttered. “I want this for him, and I want this for you. I want you to make each other happy. But make no mistake…I want you, too.”

Burning up.

Could she do this?