Cover Design: Najla Qamber
My career took focus in my life while trying to make a name for myself in a male dominated field. I kept my gender under wraps until I was able to let my expertise speak for itself. But I was knocked off my axis when I ran into Arden, the man I had compared all men too since our one night together. Now he was taken—by another man—a very dominant man.
The love I had for my man ran deep. But I’d never forgotten her. From the very beginning, Daimen and I agreed to our non-traditional life—two men loving one another until we found that woman we could claim as ours. Now, she was standing in front of me, unaware she was a marked woman.
I had loved my best friend from an early age. The day Arden submitted to me, was a dream come true. That was until a sexy and sassy blonde entered our life and turned it upside down. I see something in her that scared me. But I would make her mine, mine and Arden’s. Claiming hatred would follow us everywhere, Elliot fought us at every turn.
Will the three of us create our own unconventional happily ever after or will she leave us heartbroken?
My phone had not stopped buzzing all night long. With my Shiraz as my only company, the beautiful voice of Norah Jones as my backdrop, and the memories of Daimen and Arden together in their office, I stared aimlessly at the same scuff mark on my wall. Hell, shit and about a dozen other curse words flitted through my mind at Daimen taking Arden over his desk. Yep, of course, Daimen would top Arden. That was not surprising nor was how my body reacted to them. Two hot men together. Forget Pornhub, I’d just replay them in my mind forever.
When the ringtone assigned to Andrew started to chime, I reached for my cell. Freaking hell, I had twenty missed calls from Arden and Daimen.
“Ell, you okay?” No hellos or formalities, Andrew worked on facts, and in his tone, that was what he was after.
“Hell, I’m not even sure how to answer you but you were right—Arden told me tonight that they are looking to add a woman to their committed relationship.” I waited for some sort of reaction from my best friend, but I got none, at all. “I shouldn’t be blindsided especially after I walked in on them fucking like rabbits in the office. But I am. I thought I’d dodged this bullet. But then, he told me they wanted me. Shit, Andrew. Can you believe this?”
Andrew had not made a peep or sound at my revelation. Looking at the phone to make sure we were still connected, I finally heard him. “First, fuck, was it hot, them fucking like that?”
“Shit Andrew, you’re not helping,” I screamed in the phone, and though I wouldn’t admit it to my best friend, it was hotter than hell.
Leigh Lennon is a mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spiky hair, and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
Hi there! I’m a mom and wife by day (and night), aspiring writer (in my dreams), and an avid reader (every day of the week). This is my little corner of the web to post about ALL things books. I live in Copenhagen, but I am a Canadian girl (born and raised) at heart.