"This book is as hot as the desert sun with three brothers promising to quench your thirst."
Reviewed by Mandy Burns
Posted October 25, 2010
Erotic
TJ O'Banion: TJ O'Banion is anxious to begin
building the cabins he promised a friend before his death.
TJ is not sure why he's started the construction before the
new owners of the Friendly Inn arrive, but the moment he
sets eyes on Marnie Dawson, one of the new owners, he's
glad he did. TJ still remembers that summer long ago when
young love and friendship with Marnie meant the world to
him. It has been 15 years since he last saw Marnie, and if
the sparks flying between them is any indication, his life
is about to get more interesting. Deke O'Banion: Deke O'Banion is drowning his broken
heart in alcohol, a lot of it. He is thankful he has a
brother like TJ to come and pick up his drunk self and take
him home, even if he only plans to start the cycle again.
Deke's promise to himself to become a love'em and leave'em
kind of guy gets a kick-start when he spots blonde
bombshell Holly Dawson, one of new owners of the Friendly
Inn. The instant chemistry between them and a promise to
keep all of their baggage at the door starts a whirlwind of
heat. Eli O'Banion: Eli O'Banion is a traveler, never
staying in one place for too long, but the phone calls from
his brothers to return home to help with the new cabins at
the Friendly Inn is too much to ignore. Eli's first glimpse
of the transformation of the once-rundown inn is
astonishing, yet so is the beauty of the new owners. Being
the youngest of the brothers, Eli is also the charmer of
the three, but one of the new owners, the exotic Kylie
Keegan, seems immune to those charms. Eli tends to irritate
Kylie, but the heat between them is sure to combust. MEN TIMES THREE is as hot as the desert sun with men
promising to quench your thirst. I loved it!
SUMMARY
Hot and hard-bodied. . . the O'Banion brothers have what
women want. Need a man who can swing a hammer? They're
ready. Craving an incredibly sensual seduction? You got it,
times three. . . Big brother TJ is hammering up a storm
building a woodsy retreat for Marnie Dawson, who's thrilled
to see that the hunky contractor is so devoted to his work.
. .and to providing the ultimate in pleasure. Then there's
Deke, rock solid and crazy about the way leggy Holly Dawson
looks in high heels. Please, baby, please. Keep them on when
everything else comes off. And when Eli and Kylie connect,
they totally scorch the sheets. May the long, hot summer
never end. . .
ExcerptChapter One"You're a good brother, TJ, you know that?" His middle
brother Deke, slid to the ground
beside TJ's open passenger door. He slumped left when right
would've been better. TJ
held him up by pinning his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. And you're pissed drunk again." How
the hell had it come to
this? His family was a mess, his business in the crapper.
Why? Because his family was
a mess! "Can you stand?" Deke shook his head. "Can't drive, either." "No shit." TJ got hold of him under the armpits and heaved.
Deke rose about six
inches then got a foot under himself and helped. TJ
wrestled his ass into the passenger
seat. "Pick your feet up. That's right, now swing them
inside." He bit off a comment
about how disappointed the old man would be. Deke had
suffered enough. And going through old shit wasn't going to make anything
better.
Once Deke got his feet inside, he buckled him in and ran to
the driver's side. "You okay to drive?" Deke's head swayed with each word
while TJ climbed in
and started his pickup. "I'm not the family drunk," he grumbled, but he doubted
Deke could even process
the comment. His brother hummed under his breath. The neon
from the bar's sign put a
green glow on his face. Or maybe he was green around the
gills. "Don't puke; I just got
the truck detailed." "S'okay. Did I tell you you're a good brother, TJ?""
"Tell Eli; he's the one who won't come home." And TJ needed
him here. He had
a busy summer ahead and Eli was the best electrician on the
Olympic Peninsula. When
he was home. "Eli's in–no, wait a minute, that was last month. I know!"
Deke tried to snap
his fingers, but they wouldn't work for him. TJ sighed and
waited until Deke gave up.
After a moment the light of remembrance lit his
face. "Eli's in Malaysia or Morocco or
someplace with an m in it." The announcement was made with
drunken pride. "Yeah," TJ confirmed, "that'd be the place. Always looking
for the next thrill, that's
our baby brother." TJ didn't bother to track him any more.
Eli would come home when
he was ready and not a day before, no matter that his
refusal grated on every one of
TJ's nerves. Eli was the most stubborn O'Banion and would
eat glass before he'd admit
he was better off at home. Rumor was that Eli was like their uncle. Wanderlust had
killed him in the form of a rhino in a bad mood in Africa.
Eli knew the story as well as
any of them, yet he shrugged it off.
Deke put his head back on the headrest. He stared at the
ceiling, blinked a
couple times. "Why'd she do it, TJ? Why'd she take him that
way?" TJ sagged at the pain in his brother's voice. "I dunno
Deke. Women do what they
do." He pulled out of the parking lot and headed
home. "There's no figuring them out.
Best to let it go."
The clouds had moved off, leaving the sky black as ink and
alive with stars. He
liked driving in the quiet of night. He heard a sharp
intake of breath but he didn't look
over. Deke's pain was private and the beer had eased his
tight control. "You know,
Deke, it's time to quit drinking." He looked straight
ahead. Deke wouldn't want him to
see the sheen in his eyes. "Soon as it stops hurtin', I'll quit drinkin'."
"Know what'll help?" TJ glanced over.
Deke stared at him, bleary eyes gleaming from the dashboard
lights. "Yeah, I do.
I'm gonna get laid." "I was talking about work, but getting laid always sounds
good." He chuckled,
glad that Deke had at least thought of a way out of his
morass of pain and loss.
Deke nodded as if he'd found the answer to life's biggest
question. "I'm gonna fuck every woman I can find. Fuck 'em all."
"That'll take you all of two days." Local women were few
and far between and the
O'Banions had burned a lot of bridges among the female
population. Tourist season–
and the fresh crop of women that came with it–was still
weeks away. These days, TJ didn't see much point in messing with
tourists. He'd spent years
in the passing pursuit of pussy, but now he wanted a woman
who'd stick around. He
slammed down on those thoughts; they never led anywhere but
to a cold shower.
"I heard Maribeth Anderson's available," he suggested. "You
went to high school
together, right?" She'd never interested TJ. No flare. All
his appreciation went to women
with flare. Lots of flare. Flare and the Olympic Peninsula didn't go together.
"Maribeth's divorced," Deke grumbled. "I don't do divorced
women. Not any
more. Not ever again."
"They're not all like Misty."
Deke snorted. "We're out of beer. Stop at the store."
"No. We start clearing the land tomorrow at Jon Dawson's
place. We're up bright
and early." "What'll we do if the heirs don't want the cabins built?"
"My agreement was with Jon." Besides, Jon had taken care of
that problem
before he died.
Deke nodded and subsided into his seat. Drunken reflection
oozed out his pores,
but the silence lasted for the rest of the trip home. TJ
pulled into his sprawling parking
area and shut off the ignition before his brother spoke
again. "You're a good brother, TJ.
Have I told you that?" He chuckled. "You need to quit drinking so I can get some
work out of you in the
morning." He slapped his brother's knee to startle him
toward sober.
"Fuck 'em all. That's what I'm gonna do." Deke's head
lolled back on the headrest
and TJ decided to leave him there. He took off his jacket
and covered his brother with it. A snuffle told him Deke would be out for the night.
He walked into his house wondering what time it was in
somewhere with an m in
it. Not that he cared.
All he wanted was the youngest O'Banion brother home and at
work again. He
needed Eli to work on those cabins at the Friendly Inn. He
needed Eli to come home
so they could be a family again and build the business
together the way they'd always
planned.
As he shut his front door he studied the slumped figure in
his pick up. Deke
needed Eli, too. His brother's pain was hard to see and,
being the youngest, Eli had
always been able to make them all laugh.
TJ wasn't sure why his youngest brother had taken to
wandering so far. Maybe
knowing he had such deep roots here had let him stretch his
wings.
Whatever it was, it was time for Eli to settle down. Here,
where he was needed. Marnie Dawson nodded to her bartenders as she crossed the
dance floor of her club,
BackLit. She only managed a nod because if she walked over
and chatted she might
lose her composure. BackLit was her dream and, with the
rotten news she'd just
received, she didn't want to cry in front of the staff.
Wailing about the economic downturn and stingy-ass bankers
was bad form for a
business owner. Especially one known for her cool head. So the nod of greeting would have to do. The club was an
hour from opening
and the bartender they'd just hired had to be brought up to
speed. What the hell, she
threw her a wave, and pulled out her cell phone. The woman
waved back and grinned
with a thumbs up. Seemed happy enough. At least something was working out
today. Now, if she
could just get Holly to agree to sell their joint
inheritance, she could buy out her partner,
save her club and life could be normal. Maybe not normal as
in nine to five, but at least she'd be in charge without a
pain-in-the-ass partner. "Holly, you never pick up anymore. Call me," she said into
her phone. It was
almost as if her cousin had gone into hiding. Probably
hiding from Jack. He was a
possessive jerk and couldn't accept the divorce, no matter
what Holly said. She still
didn't get that Jack was a little off center, but the
divorce had brought a ripple of relief to
the entire Dawson family. "I'm heading to the Peninsula in
a couple hours. Let me know
when you'll be there, and I'll have your room ready." She pushed through the door to the back stairs then began
the climb to the
second floor office she shared with her partner, Dennis.
Her voice went low because
this was family business, not club business. It certainly
wasn't Dennis's business.
"We'll spend a couple days at the not-so-Friendly Inn and
decide how much to
ask for it. I need to be in and out, so our newfound cousin
had better not throw us any
curve balls." If Kylie Keegan did try to hold things up,
Marnie would call the lawyer she'd
contacted ahead of time. She disconnected and turned her
mind to clearing her desk so
she could leave. There were paychecks to sign and the new bartender's
paperwork to be done.
This trip to the Peninsula had come at a bad time, but if
she wanted to save her club,
she had to go. Besides, lately there hadn't been a convenient time for
anything. Her
Grandfather's funeral had come hard on the heels of another
family tragedy. Her Aunt
Trudy had died in a car crash before a major rift between
Grandad and Trudy could be
mended.
Distracted by the family sadness, she opened the office
door and walked into a
scene from a porn flick. She halted half a step into the
room. "Whoa," she muttered and
backed up. But her desk was littered with paperwork and damn it, she
had to get out of
Seattle. If she left there was no telling how long Dennis
would indulge and she didn't
have time to wait.
Three intertwined bodies writhed on the floor in the dusk
of the unlit office. The
square of light that splashed the trio didn't make any one
of them raise so much as an
eyebrow. They were all too involved, too close to coming,
to care that she'd walked in. She should have clued into the action when she saw the
closed door, but she'd been
preoccupied.
Dennis usually waited until after closing before he
indulged his penchant for
group sex. She didn't recognize the women, but she rarely
did. Not only did Dennis like
groups, he liked variety.
"Excuse me, all, but I have work to do," she said, to no
avail. They either didn't
hear her or didn't mind an audience. Dennis sprawled on the floor, naked. She knew it was him
because of his crooked baby toe. It hooked up over the one next to it. She
couldn't see his nod of
welcome because his face was bracketed by the strong thighs
of a brunette. His muffled
voice came to her in a breathy groan. "Marnie, come join
us. The girls will like you."
The brunette looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, her
makeup smeared from
the sheen of perspiration that covered her face. They'd
been here awhile. The woman
dropped her pussy lower and Dennis's voice muffled out as
she covered his face with a
sigh of satisfaction. She clasped her breasts and squeezed her nipples while she
rocked over his
mouth. Her moans grew in intensity and Marnie held her
breath in a purely physiological
reaction to the unfolding scene. She ignored the moistening
in her panties and put on
an air of nonchalance. Dennis knew how to work a woman, or so she'd been told. She
had no interest in
finding out for herself.
A blonde faced the brunette and rode Dennis's cock. She
rolled over him, her
head thrown back while she bounced so hard her ass jiggled.
The brunette released
her nipples to slide her hand to the other woman's clit.
The blonde squealed at the
touch. "Oh, yeah, yeah."
Deep powerful groans reverberated through the room, Dennis,
she assumed. The musk of sex permeated the air. Envy warmed Marnie's low
belly while her nipples
peaked hard. She hadn't been laid in, what? Three months?
Didn't seem fair. Dennis
was as discriminating as a sailor on shore leave. No, she
didn't envy the way he
behaved, the easy sex, the nonchalant attitude.
It was sharing the physical release she missed. She was so
tired of coming
alone. "I've got a lot of work to do in next to no time.
You going to be long?" She
directed the question to the gyrating women.
They laughed and kissed each other. The blonde wiggled her
fingers at Marnie in
a gesture meant to coax her closer.
Marnie shook her head. She never shared her men. But, it
was impossible to
look away. Besides, she had every right to expect to work
at her own desk in the middle
of the afternoon. Normally, she would back out of the office if she stumbled
into this, but with no
time to waste, she closed the door to wait it out. If she
left, they might go for another
round and she'd suffer rush hour traffic all the way to the
Peninsula.
She leaned her butt against the desk to wait. The only
lighting came from the
three security monitors on the wall next to the door. One
screen showed the club's
entrance, another the delivery door in the back and the
last showed the bar itself and
the cash register. She watched the bar for an idle moment,
while she flexed the muscles
at the top of her thighs. She found no relief from her
frisson of need. She shifted, flexed
harder then distracted herself by watching the monitors
more closely. Everything looked routine. Tuesday meant a slower crowd so
it was a good night
to train new crew.
The moaning from the trio got louder. The scent of sex grew
stronger. She
crossed her legs at her ankles, admired her new boots and
pondered whether she
should strip and join the fun. Just once. Now, that would
blow Dennis's mind.
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