"A ménage erotica with a slightly gritty edge."
Reviewed by Maria Munoz
Posted May 16, 2012
Romance Erotica Sensual
Tina is throwing the best damn Halloween party (if she does
say so herself) with her roommate Desi and looking to
hook-up to end her sexual dry-spell. She is flirting with
hot and muscular Kenton when Desi steps in and orders him to
stay away. Des and her
boyfriend Josh have another plan for Tina which includes
joining her in her bed and having some fun as a trio. Now
the three are trying to figure out what they mean to each
other and how to redefine there relationships all while life
throws them a number of complications. PARTY OF THREE is a ménage erotica with a slightly gritty
edge. Tina, Des, and Josh are an intriguing trio. Each
person is dealing with complicated personal and emotional
challenges. It's hard to say more without giving too much
away. Suffice it to say there is a strong plot that extends
beyond the erotic aspects of the story. Ms. St. Denis
effectively uses the challenges the characters faces to
build the emotional bonds that eventually unite them as a
trio. I look forward to reading more stories by Ms. St. Denis.
SUMMARY
Determined to end a long dry spell, Tina is thwarted by her
best friend, Des, who scares off the only eligible guy at
their party. But Des more than makes up for it when she and
her boyfriend, Josh, invite Tina to their own intimate
celebration. The encounter awakens cravings Tina didn't even
know she had. She's intrigued when the couple asks her to
join them for two days of sun, sand and steamy sex in Santa
Barbara. She should say no. But she doesn't... The erotic weekend is beyond amazing. But there's something
deeper developing between the trio—something Tina is not yet
ready to explore. After all, their party of three can't last
forever—can it?
ExcerptIt was Halloween night and my roommate and best friend,
Desi, and I were throwing a Halloween party. It was the
best damn Halloween party of the century.
"Great party, Tina."
"Thanks." I glanced at Kenton and laughed. He was a big
man, standing well over six feet, and looked completely
ridiculous wrapped in cellophane with a clear inner tube
around his knees. The inner tube had him hobbling around
like a penguin and on his head, covering his thick blond
hair, was an enormous clear, deflated balloon filled with
milk. He was a condom. A used one. And he'd been following
me around.
"Stop following me."
"You're Little Bo Peep. I have to follow you."
"That makes no sense."
"Sure it does." Kenton grinned as he wiped a trickle of
milk from his brow before it dripped onto his
cheek. "You're a sheepherder, and I'm a sheepskin."
"You're sick."
"And you love me."
"I don't think so."
"You want me."
"I'm an innocent sheepherder, sir. I have no idea what
you're talking about." I feigned coyness as I fingered the
lace on the scooped neck of my white bodice, enjoying the
act of flirting for the first time in a long time.
"Show me your tuffet, and I'll change that for you right
now." His voice was low. Dangerous. His eyes took on an
unholy gleam as he rubbed his square jaw.
"I'm not Miss Muffet and a tuffet is a stool."
"If it's got a hole in it, we're in business." Kenton
sidled up to face me and gently removed my hand from where
it lingered on my exposed flesh. He replaced my hand with
his and deftly outlined the tight bodice of my costume,
exploring the curve of my breasts where they spilled over
the lace.
Somehow he managed to slip a hand down the front of my
bodice and grazed my hardened nipple. My flesh burned with
his touch and I gasped in surprise. It had been too long.
"Kenton," I breathed. "Let's not."
"How about, ‘let's.'" He bent down to my level and
brushed his lips against my chin and then tilted my head
back so he could lick the length of my throat. It felt
wonderful. His tongue lapping at me, nibbling, his hot
breath in my ear, his hand in my bodice.
God. He was making me...wet.
"Hey. You're leaking all over me."
He stood and grinned as milk ran down his face. "Sorry
about that." But his hand had slipped down to my wrist, and
he held it tight, pulling me closer.
"Kenton!" Just then my roommate, Cleopatra, appeared.
Her face was flushed, her eyes flashing. "Take your grimy
hands off Tina."
"Hey, Desiree," Kenton said, taking his time removing
his hand from my bodice. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough," Des said through gritted teeth. "Who
invited you?"
"I did," I interjected, confused by the way Desi was
acting. Everyone knew Kenton; he was the ultimate party
host throwing huge bashes at least once a month. While I'd
never attended one of his soirees, I knew Des had been to
at least a few.
"I want you to leave," she said, her chin jutting out.
"Have I done something to offend you?" Kenton asked, his
expression flipping from playful to serious.
Before Des could answer, a man dressed as Marc Antony
appeared from the kitchen, carrying two plastic cups. He
passed one to Des and slung his arm protectively around her
shoulder. It was Josh, Desi's latest.
"What's going on?" Josh asked.
Des glanced up at Josh and then turned so that her back
shut Kenton out of our little circle. "Nothing," she
said. "I was just looking for Bo Peep here. I hadn't seen
her all evening."
I raised my brows at this statement, but Josh and Des
only had eyes for each other. When I looked over my
shoulder, Kenton was gone. I had no idea what just
happened, why Des was mad he was there or why she didn't
confront Kenton in front of Josh.
Desi stood on tiptoe and whispered something in Josh's
ear. One side of his mouth turned up in a grin and he bent
to kiss her, nice and slowly. I was starting to detect a
real attachment between these two. Josh had been around
longer than any other guy she'd ever been with. I liked
him. He was good for Des. Sweet with her. Strong. Wouldn't
let her push him around. Good sense of humor. Josh was the
full–meal deal, and I really hoped he was going to be
the one to stick it out with her.
It didn't hurt that he was seriously hot too. Any man
who could make a short, white pleated skirt look as manly
as he looked in his Halloween costume was a keeper. His
legs and chest were bare and I couldn't help admiring his
toned body as the two of them kissed right in front me.
I didn't even realize how hungry my gaze was as it
meandered slowly up his fine form until I caught Des
watching me while Josh whispered something in her ear.
Ah shit. She'd caught me ogling her boyfriend. Not cool.
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