And Miss Julianna Makes Three (Regency Menage #3)

Dearest Readers,

I, Laurel Bennett, do solemnly swear that I had a blast writing this story. I love a good menage and this was my first one where the threesome is a complete threesome in every way. Yes, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, this is a threesome in every sense of the word. It contains male/male sex along with some sizzling male/female and some male/female/male sex. (Yes, with the female sandwiched in the middle.) If you're offended by that, you might want to skip this one. If you're not offended by it or aren't sure if you're offended, you might want to give it a shot. I had fun writing the underlying love story beyond all the sex, and hope you enjoy it, too.

Excerpt:
Julie couldn’t believe the audacity. First, he’d touched her person, groping her most inappropriately when he’d caught her in his strong arms. Then he’d attempted to purchase not only her, but also her horse. “Just who do you think you are?” she asked, punching her hands into her hips. Then she turned and took the horse’s lead from the stable hand. She walked it toward the barn. The unlikely pair followed.

“Your savior,” the blonde one murmured to her.

“If you’ll allow it,” the brown haired one intoned just as quietly. “It’s up to you, Miss Murrell. She just tried to sell you. And I bought.” He stopped for a moment. Then he said, “I bought the horse, and we’re inviting you to come with it.”

“Beg your pardon?” she asked. Somehow, they’d gotten the horse between her and her family. So, the three of them stood relatively alone. “I don’t even know you.”

“I’ve always wanted a horse like this,” the dark one said. He nodded toward the blond man, who wore a cheeky grin all his own. “And he’s always wanted a chit in breeches.”